Despite human weakness or no mother at all
We seek her out reflecting her
Monday Lady
An empty vessel carry
Full of trenchant rivers, ripple of potent emptiness
Calling out to others
Fill me with inferior essence
So blind to the true One
Who once housed in your quarter
Once graced your presence
Mother said, "Yes,"
To first birthdays
Meditate on invisible miracles
Tartis womb ferrying beings from another order
Navel vortex is a mountain lake we all share
Cosmic connectedness in our bellies
This ease, intensity decrease
Is it the eye of the storm?
Will your furry and independence explode
Like the space between birthing contractions
The growing green meadows between thoughts
While sitting in the hammock balcony
Monday lady
Pin the evening star and Mars in your ears like a memory
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