Mother I

was born in silence

gifted pura vida privilege

granted rhythm in breath

equal parts fragility, wonder,

and free will

I was born to contemplation

on a dark night in winter

Born with faith and with patience

to trust the inspiration of spring

To the sound of ripple waters

forever flowing

To the sight of mystic mountains

rising from your depthless core

In the shade of the willow

I lie still in blue-eyed grasses

while the grace of the mischief moon

renews again and again

my unwavering allegiance

my fiercely peaceful protection

my quiet whispered defence of

my forever love

for you.

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