[Unseeking Seeker]

Divine Mother of whom we
speak, empowers us to see
that we’re soul encased in form.
It’s Her love that keeps us warm.

She’s the kinetic aspect
of God’s energy, love flecked,
who enables us to feel
in fullness, bliss beats appeal.

By Mother’s grace, we see God,
no sooner blossoms soul’s pod.
God or Father’s living light,
known when we garner clear sight.

Call Mother by any name,
for pure hearts it’s all the same.
Hermit, etch these words in stone:
She responds to love alone.

Mother takes us to heaven
through body chakras seven,
for souls whose heart is steady,
signalling that they’re ready.

The whole world is Mother’s womb
where soul dons body costume,
propelled on a wingless flight,
needing Her grace day and night.

From God there is no distance,
when ends ego’s resistance
and to this end, Mother’s touch
holds us erect, sans thought crutch.

To Mother, we write this ode,
for we live in Her abode,
so aboard Mother’s bliss bus,
we will go, where She takes us.

Jueju