what is it to wake up

and weep?

have the pits of your

eyes crushed?

she gives me the Ganges.

as my crown arcs it's

fiercely proud sputter--

she watches clear mala

beads spray into the cave

of my Spiritual Heart.

Mothering shattering

experience.

She's so thirsty--from

giving, that her One drink's

a full remembrance.

it is there that water clears

her throat--and I kiss it.

Fully & Truly.