To Mother, Our Origin

I hold, I cling, but barely now

To some beyond of truth,

Waves of grief and anger flow

And beauty wont to soothe.

But still the tears, the silent tears

In rivulets wash down.

I am stained by sorrow, cleft by fears

Deep and darkly sown,

Fears that I may wake one day

Late to realize

The Light is quenched and lost the way

To a force that all denies,

Or in my somnolence of dream

Drift on the world-tide

That drowns all souls of low esteem

Unable to decide,

Accepting fate, the karmic law

As ultimate decree,

Whether to press against the bar

And set the spirit free

Or ride the Wheel in one more race

Confronting finally

The question every life must face

Death's hegemony.

I open the door,I shall not hide,

The healing to begin

To find again the flaming bride

Who is our origin.