Mother spirit
She is within me.
She flows through all of me.
She knows what is deep inside.
She knows all that is within my mind.
She knows how I perceive.
She knows how I receive.
At night she communicates with me in the symbols,
to suit how I cognize especially.
During the day, she sends me experiences,
that suit my personality,
When I lost my way, she had been there,
prodding at me lovingly,
to keep going, and to look beyond.
Though throughout she had kept her presence subtle,
so that all I may chose may be of my own will.
Patiently, she had waited for me to notice her love,
and when I called out to her, she had been ready all along
to take me on an incredible journey
into the unknown.
So she may be known.
So I may know myself.
Her essence had been within every speck of my surroundings,
within the very fabric of the world I had been brought forth in.
And it had been from the moment of my birth,
and even so before.
She had spun my life together with me;
sent forth challenges and inspirations,
designed a web of situations,
so I may be guided to new revelations
at the moments that I would be ready,
so that I may be brought
to where she knows I long to be.
She knows what is held within my heart
and understands all that still needs to heal.
She is compassionate towards what I feel.
She has laughed with me, and has cried with me.
She has mourned with me, and shared ecstasy with me.
She has supported all the choices that I have made
and continues to create the chances that will correct my mistakes,
so that I may realize that I am
who she already knows me to be.
She
loves me
unconditionally.
