She watches them sleep in the warm Indian night. Aware of ancient memories she dreams And sometimes holds their bodies close to hers Recalling the mystical birth that flowed in streams
Of joyous agony that brought them forth And wonders at the light in new-born things, The infant grip that fiercely holds to life And the marvel-signs of conscious awakenings.
These angelic lives upon her breast her life, Her love encompassing her children grows To vast dimensions, matriarch of space, Parent of divinity she flows
Towards all sacred forms and would embrace The worlds within and heavens still unknown, All human forms her countenance enfolds. By these sweet souls her spirit vast has grown.
She nuzzles them and in their bodies' warmth Luxuriates, in the fragrance of fresh-washed hair, The silky smoothness of their butter-brown skin, Mother of bliss and sweetness beyond compare.
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