Mother’s Love | Embodied Soul

I called and you came
but my face I hid
afraid of what you might see
my love, my fear
the tears of pain at forgetting.

As a mother her child
you undressed me
back to wild roots and bones
the stones in my heart
you plucked out so tenderly.

Openly rebelling
I cried with shame
and pushed you away.
Still, your smile did not fade
but widened again like the sun in flame
lit me from inside.

The pride you wore
as you looked at me then
bore no resemblance
to torn rags of guilt
I disguised myself with
searching for you, yearning
burning for the want of a mother’s love
when all along your sweet song
blessed me and held me in its caress.

I play this game
to hide every grain of unworthiness
mistrusting the sense you gave
of who I am under the veil
the pretence I wear to bear the weight
of this realm.

If others could see me as you do now
oh, how different a life could be
with freedom to change the flow
when I stand at the mirror naked of clothes
but robed instead in garlands
of red flowers daisies and moss
the weeds tossed out
by a civilised world turned in disgust
from these unbridled things
bringing as they do
disorder and possibility.

Then let me embrace
the chance to taste
this sweet surrender
of letting go into your unfolding
the infinity of dew-drop
forever plip-plopping
on the spider web of life.