And she held me
As I cried
Delicate streams of yesterdays
Fountains of tomorrows
I wept gently in her arms
Cradles of Acceptance
Loving
Joy
Openness
Kindness
Awareness
She held my Body
While my Spirit wept
Then she held my Spirit
While my Body crumbled
Those thought-forms that created
Yesterdays pains
No-longer cultivated
No longer needed.
And now
I stand
Ready
To be those arms
For others.
So
Many
Others….