Mother Reflecting

The full moon rises,
the gaze shyly advises,
universally she recognizes,
mirroring the light she symbolizes.

From east to west,
North to south,
her waking is at last blessed,
lighting by the mouth.

Shyly lighting,
constantly writing,
For the story never stops,
even when the gong drops.

For light never dies,
for it always arises,
constantly it surprises,
Painter never unwise.

Painter of time,
of whom made you sublime,
for the heavens above
And space below.
she reflects all,
even I, the small haul

 

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