To My Mother – To My Children

To my Mother There are landscapes in meThe inner eye could never seeSwamped as it wasWith greed and lust and fear asMud spots on a windshield.All I needed do was yieldMy thoughts and wishes to Her LoveTo be washed clean from rains aboveOf gentle peace and silent joy.How can I sing my thanks at all For the new vistas of my soul,For having sampled, having feltThe inside Love in which I meltAnd which I recognize to beNot a new world, not a new meBut my true nature all the while?I walk in peace along the aisle Of…

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