Then from silence
And repose,
she said,

“Come to me
my dear,
Come to me.”

“I am All
Around you.
And you are
Within me.”

“This is my
Gift to you.”

And I wept
On the lap
Of Love,
Never ending,
And Joy,
Everlasting.

“Yes, mother”,
I replied,
“I am here.
I am listening.
I am ready.”
.
.
.
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