Mother of Life

Mother of life I prey to you
I prey that at the hour of death you take me on your wings
Let it be a moment when your crescendo upraises
like a hawk riding winds to the summit
Allow the highest note be hit when I close my eyes
So they can forever be open to your boundless wisdom
Free of time, free of sand, free of sadness
You alone are and in my deepest knowing there is no loneliness, rather ecstasy
There will be no droopy eyes at your banquet
No aching hearts at thine feast
Or enemies in the seat of thine perfection
In life you have chiseled me, ready and fair
So deconstruct me as you wish in death

Let death be the dawn of a new day
A day where barrels of cannons endure a purification of rust
While the wind howls through the trees, composing it's mysteries
A brief resurrection of the things we have forgotten
Let that day be a celebration without indulgence
Rather, a fresh mark amongst the tallies of creation
Carved
In wood before stone
For stone bears dust
While tree bleeds sap, a tear of renewal
Let each coordinate a temporal dance, to fade only when one is appeased
When his hunger is full and her thirst quenched
And throats be not left dry from song because the fruit is ripe and willing
to collapse under ones teeth and gush their living mercury

On this day of death, of my coming, allow the planets abandon their old spell
In order to resonate with a hum that sources from self knowing
When ones individuality is discovered and fulfilled
May the nights lose their forsaken residue and unfulfilled longing sour to the home
rather, be made still so man can know the harmony of a day properly lived
with mirrors edging each bedpost, allowing a stare into ones radiance
smiling with deserving gratitude upon his own master and the master of us all

On this day life is not a past tale or a moment of memory,
It is a hot meal
Cooked at the hearth of ones well being
Sparked by the flame of compassion
Consolation finished
Happiness becomes unchained and willingly fleets in it's many directions
Leaving Life a colored spectrum
Flying on the wings of perfect expression
Saturated in the honey of wonder
The ocean of tears is soaked into each heart
and in a language lush yet embracive
Sung out into the megalocosmos
A song of humility & unity
of life & rebirth


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