IN SEARCH OF THE MOTHER – Part 1 

Through vast expanses sails my ship,
Visiting unvisited lands, staying too long at some,
Flowing all around, the sailor does not look down to see the swirl,
Of the bubbles of the mind rise and fall,
Though not one contributing to the journey,
Except being born and dying in my wake,

Through this mental magnificence of a myriad mirages,
Across the sands of undefeated drought,
The ship of life sails on looking for the Divine Mother,
Where may I seek or where may I find Her,
Trying to look within , I have traveled these light years,
Epitomizing the depths within the mere human,
Or the immeasurable effulgence without,

There she lies in unknown lands.
Never seen but always seeing me,
Manifesting Herself in every slice of time and thought,
Showing Herself but within the Veil,
Veil of Ignorance, banish thyself from me,

Immeasurable, Ever Loving Ever accepting,
Even a sinners prayer, heart full of Divine Love,
The Queen of this Universe, the Protectoress of us all,
The Force behind the unseen and even the seen,
The Cause of Laws, the Singer, the Song and the Audience,
She watches me with Motherly eyes,

THE PROTECTORESS – Part 2 - Unfinished

Frightening to those who harm me and seek to destroy me,
Even the worst fledgling is Her own,
Through rapids I am thrown across,
Down cliffs of hate do I fall,
Burnt dry in deserts of desire,
How like a quicksand is this life,
A race to find the Divine Mother,
Before I am killed by desire,

Deadly weapons in every hand,
Given to Her by the Gods,
She watches every step,
Knowing that She is watching makes,
The dead heavy steps plod on,
She puts me in the fields of life,
For I know not why I came here,
Holding my lonely plough I go on,
Carving my furrows of glory in this life,
After me , which rain shall fill these,
Which stream will flow in these,
Or which flood shall erase these,
Is the Will of the Divine Mother,
They will Mother be done not mine,
My Will, Life Ego is but Thine.

Many times in this cycle did hungry demons come,
To plunder, kill and destroy,
The beautiful face of Hers turns Dark,
Her eyebrows form a Terrible Frown,
Her beautiful Cloak is now a Skirt of freshly severed Hands,
Around Her neck She wears a Garland of Skulls,
Tongue vengeful for Divine retribution,
Her eyes outshine the million suns with Rage,
The Divine Mother turns to see the demons,
Who die at the sight of Her.