The heart of the mother

So where are we now
In our gnowing of self and ot-her

Is it a huge encrustation
A manifestation
Of Chronos
The father of time

Or the Son of the Sun
The one called Zeus
We are trying to deduce
If we can

Could be a major infestation
Of a parasite invasion

Or

It could be one or the other
But then, what of the mother?

In the weaving of time
We have the father
And the son of the Sun

But again, what of the mat-her
Of man?

For she is the womb of all creation
And it's a serious situation
That demands our full attention
In the gnowing of the now

She will show us how
If we listen

SHE will show us how
IF we listen

She in us
And us in her
May we all remember our mission

The secret is to be revealed
Inside each and every one of us

She just is. Her self. Maiden, mother, crone as one.
She waits, and watches. She comforts if needed, but not when you "need" it.

I've been wanting to open up to her, about her.
Then realized she is to be connected to. Not talked about, theorized about.
She is to be talked to and theorized with..

As with the gods faith is ultimately a personal and often treacherous path.
Especially when taken at face value instead of investigated and tried.

WIth Love
Eelco

I like that spiritwind, well done