Eternal mother

In memory of Carmen Rosa Pérez-Oquendo, who would have turned 68. We love you eternally.

Detail of the paint "Eternal oaks" by Samadhi Yaisha. Tempura on paper with Painting for Process technique. ©2013 All rights reserved.
Detail of the paint “Eternal oaks” by Samadhi Yaisha. Tempura on paper with Painting for Process technique. ©2013 All rights reserved.

The oaks watch over

your pregnant belly.

A firefly

lighting your dwelling

as if preparing

the birth of a Sun.

A kiss from the roses

brushing your laughter,

falling in love.

A brook of hot water

rushes to rescue

your moment of gold.

A treasure is hidden,

your pelvis is moaning

facing the moon.

A flock of birds passing

and your breast opens,

your bird will fly soon.

Love me, dear mother

give birth to music,

poems and songs.

Let’s hear the choir

of your sweet vocals

screaming at dawn.

Sow me in your fields,

plant me at your feet,

let me become.

Feed me the salve

that pours from your breast

a heavenly drop.

I love you, dear mother

and sixty eight

are not enough

flowers to bring you

as the breeze sweeps

the umbilical cord.

We heard the quiet

song of the valley

narrowing notes.

The spindalis reigned

watching us share

our moment of truth.

Mother of oak wood

abundant mountain,

forests of love.

Your lotus of fire

is present and burning

a mirror of moons.

Birth me in a song,

paint me in a flame

eternity knows

I bloom in the grace

of your sacred cave;

my secrets are born:

I Am eternal.

©2013 All rights reserved.

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