I WRITE OF THAT JOURNEY

I remember how my mother would hold me.
I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.

I understand now what was happening.
Love so strong a force
it broke the cage,

and she disappeared from everything
for a blessed
moment.

All actions have evolved
from the taste of flight;
the hope of freedom
moves our cells
and limbs.


Don't forget love;
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across
the universe.

~ Mira ~

Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky