My Cosmic Momma

19 Jun

In this poem, I’m speaking like the true pantheist that I am.

milky way galaxy
The brightness and heat from your smile stir me from my sleep.

You send fresh air and a gentle breeze to revive me.

Birds greet me with melodic song.

You give me fruit, grain, and meat to sustain me and provide cool, refreshing water and nectar to savor.

The sweet scent of flowers and the tantalizing feel of the falling rain are delightful.

The intense pleasure provided by a lover’s touch and warmth and taste of their kiss is a sensual gift.

As time marches on and seasons change, you remind me that death yields new birth.

Leaves brown and fall in autumn and bloom in the spring.

The pond freezes in the winter and serves as a parade ground for swans in the summer.

When the sun sets in the west, I look into the heavens and see the wondrous heavenly bodies.

Stars that are so brightly lit and at times depict various shapes like dippers.

I am in awe of your majesty.

I revel in your glory and I am humbled by my realization that I’m a small droplet of dew on a blade of grass on the fecund, infinite field of the universe.

All that lives is connected by our common ancestor — you.

I look forward to each new day as it reveals another act in life’s continuous drama.

I bear witness that I will always love and protect you, my cosmic momma.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: