Eternal mother

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

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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.

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A kiss from the roses

brushing your laughter,

falling in love.

A brook of hot water

rushes to rescue

your moment of gold.

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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.

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Love me, dear mother

give birth to music,

poems and songs.

Let’s hear the choir

of your sweet vocals

screaming at dawn.

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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.

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I love you, dear mother

and sixty eight

are not enough

flowers to bring you

as the breeze sweeps

the umbilical cord.

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We heard the quiet

song of the valley

narrowing notes.

The spindalis reigned

watching us share

our moment of truth.

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Mother of oak wood

abundant mountain,

forests of love.

Your lotus of fire

is present and burning

a mirror of moons.

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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:

You’ve birthed me 

in a heart

of eternal love.

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©2013 All rights reserved.

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