I found you 

Sitting all alone

A white light

Of misery

A pile of confusion

The most complex

And beautiful 

Architecture 

Consciousness could dream up

 

crying

inside

 

With blame

And loss

 

Because your mother

Had forgotten you

 

Did she?

 

Or did her mother 

Gift you

With an opportunity

To learn

Compassion

 

To learn

That feeling alone

Is OK

 

To Learn

That we are both

Alone, and infinitely 

Connected

Always

 

And to learn

That yes

You will die

 

But

You’re not dead yet

No, you are not dead yet…

You are the most creative

Art form

A living dance of architecture

Brilliant white light

Emanating from both earth 

And heaven

You are the swirling 

Of Stardust

Inside pipes 

Of love

 

You are the image of God

And the mirror of life

You are the Now

And the Then

 

The Here 

And the There

 

You are Love

Incarnate

 

And….

It hurts

Sometimes

To be so powerful

To cary the knowledge

Of 10,000 Generations 

That learned

Before you

Collaborators in your own

Infinitely amazing 

Brilliant beaming

White-lighted 

Architecture 

Of Organic Nature

 

Yes, this is one way

We get to learn

 

About being separate

And about

Choosing 

Unarmored Love

Instead 

 

About growing up

About what it means to be 

An Adult

A Custodian of 

Future Generations

 

A responsible Human

Able to share 

Their gifts of understanding

With new children

Of seemingly

Lost

Angels Crying

Weeping

For the

Apparent loss

Of their mother-protector

 

When in-fact

It was the finding

Of their Mother’s Mother

Of God

Of Her infinite wisdom

Courage

Beauty

Care

Play

Fun

And...

Ability

 

That they 

Were 

Gifted