It's not easy to regain childhood brighter than the stars in the sky
I used to laugh, never cry
It is easy to excuse the shortcomings of early childhood
Mother mine, her glance as she smiled wheat germ or not it should
Made it a sweet sunny childhood
Many an hours I spent in the strife of the good and the evil,
Man became his own evil
And man became his devil
Do you believe that it's only when confronted with something that Completely befuddles us that we experience the sense of speechless wonder?
Wondrous moment of illumination
The vastness of the universe
Gave me an unique place
Seared birth cord
Made the ties between us stronger by Lord
But felt so happy, glad, the pleasure of my playmate
The child in me finds glimpses of the eternal playmate.
And the playmate is the Reality,
That makes it possible for the child to find delight in every activity
Even a surgery to control a rogue gene
Mum, the Queen, and the Genie
As a child when I found myself leaving her womb
The terror of all terrors, realms of phantom gloom,
Mother’s tears shed on their haughty, arrogance, and insolence ;
The imperishable faith of a devotee prayed but couldn't hide her tears while praying and questioning God
The spears of trouble she felt in her own wounds.
"Thy judgment was in the mute"
As I feel suffering and pain in my sleeplessness:
The pure, virtuous upright Mother:
In the tears of the night of the desolate: in the pale morning-light of sadness
In her loneliness
Said " Lord be my witness"
" I pray to thee keep her from sickness away, goodness, and sweetness
And kindness, tenderness for her"
O Terrible, they in their reckless greed blaze into the daughter to rob thee.
But the weight ailment grew immense, too heavy to carry or to remove.
Thereupon Mum cried to thee and said, “Cure them, the terrible!”
"Thy love burst in storms, throwing them down, scattering them all in the dust.
If only childhood could be eternal
Eternal love, unbearable loss, and fear vanquished
We are Warriors and sickness no need to be banished
No man of means
Because of the rotten extremes and a handful of unfilled dreams
While changing, stays the same
The stronger mind of evolution
Is the cycle of creation
Endows us with wisdom
Paint the sky with words of wisdom
Bring us back to solid ground
Afterlife is a delusion
Life is motivation
After a long slumber, a child is born from the womb of the mother
Life became heaven when her daughter
Looked at woman divine and said " Mum"
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