WITH HER ALONE

O, Sweet Mother of the Land...

All things cometh to us without asking...
The sun and the rains, they nourish all...
Our roots, our stems, our veins...
You have bestowed all gifts with ease...
And with that ease shall we live...
And with that nourishment, O, dear Mother...
May we nourish the creations of your land...
May we understand the power, O, Mother...
Of surrender and allowing to your grace...
Never shall we force a thing...
You made no request of us...
Never shall we make one of you, O, mother...
May we move as still or voracious as the ocean...
May we create and destroy like you and the Father...
Tis by this grace are we held...
Tis by this grace are we existing...
Tis by this grace alone do we do anything...
With you alone dear Mother shall we remain...
And only until the Father calls for our absorbtion...


doM

BALANCE

The double-edged sword...
It splits the hair in half...
Part to the bald...
Another to the receeding...
Pleasure and pain in both...
But Justice is served...
Not blind but indifferent...
A mere moving of energy...
A work of God that request only your grace...
Having no pace...
One must remain absolutely still...
For the head of the Ego must be decapitated...
Bending to the straight...
And straightening for the crooked...
Never is there too much or too little...
Nothing bad, Nothing good...
Just weights are always held by the Judge...
And with the eyes of Balance given to the Jury...
All sacrifices will be brought to the altar...
All penances will be considered...
All debt must be paid...
But eventually all will have...
No action shall be left asunder...
For the knowers of the way must heed wisely...
It is that imperishable nature...
This is the guiding force...
And as life is lived in that...
It seeks only to draw a line between darkness...
Another between light and more of the same...
All is a result and verdict of sorts...
For even the ways of a fool are heavy...


doM