ground of being

 

"I am your mother,
I am a mirror,
I am the nothing that you find,
behind the rips and tears of time.
I feel your weeping wound collide
once more with your surroundings.

"I am a mother,
I am your mirror,
I am the sea in which you drown.
Your struggles amplify your harm;
but I support you in my arms,
so rest, and do not clutch me."

 

(© 1996-2008 Maria L. Grist)

 

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