for new beginnings

the very first person I loved

was the one brought me from above

inside I lay wrapped in her tenderness

outside I learned by  her sweet caress

I grew in her world of sunshine and rain

adopting her patterns of pleasure of pain

and beyond these years of time and space

I still feel the strength of my mother's face

for if in a sorrow I cry

a gentle voice is heard, her sigh

her travesty my recreating her same

and childhood portrait part of the game

for all suffering must be but illusion

its manifest bearing confusion

so how you've queried, can we release

to make these old habits cease

start with having a hard look inside

at sorrow's possessions, our anger our pride

do diligent pathwork with patience with choice

through ritual majick and deep inner voice

apply this devoutly soon banish your tears

but don't follow mine it takes too many years !!!