Guest guest Posted January 11, 2005 Report Share Posted January 11, 2005 I look, I wait, I pine, Again, I wait, For that brilliant moment, That eternal present, When my every gesture is yours. Only your grace can soften this hard thing that I am. Only you can moisten this walking, breathing statue, harder than granite, drier than sandstone, I call myself. Only you can breathe life into this inertia I only know as I. Maa, why do you wait so long? When can I leave forever the dead, and death-bringing, me? How much longer must I endure the pain of encrusted self-absorption, The stiff resistance to all that is pure? What must I do to make you come? What must I do to make you soften this unbending misery, I created? What must I do To see with your eyes, speak with your voice, hear with your ears, touch with your hands, walk in your steps? That which is, always is. Please Mother, make me That. Please hurry, Mother. "rikzinger" Feminine_Divine Tue, 11 Jan 2005 13:49:10 -0000 [Feminine_Divine] Please Hurry Mother Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.