mother of us all

                                                                                                                                                photo of sleeping goddess from lost gardens of Heligan in Cornwall, England

Mother, I used to think you were a home I lost,
a long time ago.
One night you came as the moon
and showed me
no-one ever leaves their source.
Beginning, middle and end
all right here.

My life began again.
I knew where to turn,
my heart nested in yours.
Your body is every changing face,
every ant, river, feeling.

Then one day,
afraid again,
I came to you.
But you said it is time now
to forget about safety,
time to be as the sun.