TO SING YOUR NAME TO THE MOMENTS

This mind I point toward the Divine Mother
Oh Mother! Now that the mind's eye sees nothing but you,
Carry me across the ocean of this world
Or drown me in it's fierce waves.

The water that kills this body I will taste as milk from your breast.
The breezes blowing on the other shore are your breath.
Mother let me hold you and you alone
In thought word and deed.
Send me into battle or use me to feed the sparrows.
Crown me or send me to wash dishes in a flop house.

I am here only as an occasion for you to sing your name to the moments.
" I come to dance on the surface of your prayers,
A little girl playing hopscotch on warm flagstones
In a sea of grass in a back yard hemmed in by white birches."

Oh Mother! I will pave over the entire yard.
Dance! Dance!
As your bare feet polish the stones,
My prayers grow personal and conspiratorial.
Now you are the little sister who knows what she does not know.

"When you forget to pray, I can not dance.
I grow fickle and hide in the grass
Or behind the birches. And then I make you think that,
'Perhaps I only dreamed her'.

When you forget to pray
You leave me without warm stones upon which to dance.
When you forget to pray your mind goes blind
And your eyes see nothing but the world.
Open the lids of your mind's eye!
Pray!that I may dance."