Ma.

by Joanna D.

Legs, like trunks of an ancient willow tree, lift through eloquent arches of ageless knowing. Rooted, unwavering. Strength of a thousand elephants. The Mother, faith, Ma. She wraps her loving arms around an opening spine. Release the crown back, extend through reaching fingertips. She lifts the heart towards the cosmos with the simple touch of her supporting palms. Fearlessness. Ma! Opening. Radiating. Drink the sweetness, the softness of light, lightness. Oh Ma… I am here.

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