To dip your toe into the mystic,
is to lose your breath.
To calm the seas of your would be plans.
To adjust your binoculars to single vision.
It is knowing that you are not in control
but refusing to surrender.
It is begging for mercy and sustenance.
It is midnight prayers for
The lessons to get easier
And for you to remain open enough to learn,
To allow space.
To move on to the next.
The metaphysical elephant in our room
Is your mother.
Is she part of me?
Did you attract that?
Or she first?
I’m scared to answer these questions.
This notion, spoken out loud,
for the first time sent chills up my spine,
sent fingers thrusting into ears
an audible, “Don’t say that”.
I’m not sure that we’ll ever be ready to know or
Fully entertain the possibility.
If it is so.
Then know that the true love,
The purest of energy,
It lives on and it returns.
You said once, not to say that I loved you unconditionally
for it’s a love that only a parent can claim.
Well, I do.
And it doesn’t scare me
it never will.