Esoteric Poetry
A Joyful Mother's Day and to a Mother of Light
I will capture its elusive melody as it curves throughout the year,
As it waxes and wanes with a pilgrim's walk, the Sun moves through the skies,
This yearly walk is but a cycle of light, a poem of solar pulsations,
Now low, then high,
It carries within its rhythm the message and meaning of that which is supreme,
Whose presence is light and whose name men stammer,
Lest it be forgot this outer Sun is the symbol of that Source of Life,
Dwelling within our innermost being as surely and potently as it shines,
When illusioned eyes witness this rhythmic walk, our unerring intuition knows,
This very same motion is occurring in our inner realm and intimate depths,
Eternally known and beyond deceiving words, we see the Sun moving as a poem,
And then we know, this inner Source of Life sings in concert to its outer rhythm in the sky.
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