Children of one Mother
Listening to the wisdom of old
We feel safe
Playing with each other in her watchful gaze
We feel safe
Her feet in the corner of our eyes
We feel safe
Climbing on the mountain – aware of her presence
We feel safe
The stranger’s voice is whispering
May sound like fun
The stranger’s gaze is tempting us
May make us feel all grown up
The stranger’s tasks lead us to new adventures
May make us feel curious
The voices of wisdom sound so stale
When we start to grow up
The children’s playful gestures seem so boring
When we start to grow up
The Mother protective gaze appears so limiting
When we start to grow up
In the strange world
We don’t need our Mother
In the strange world
We are above the others
In the strange world
The stranger’s affection sets us apart
The Mother feels so far
When the confusion sets in
All grown up
The safety of her voice has lost its comfort
Being lost in our greatness looses its fun
When the guilt sets in
Luckily the Mother’s loving hands are never far
When we become small again
Luckily her gaze is still as loving
When we move back into the presence of her being
It may take a little time
But the play of the children will be sweet again
- by Walter L., USA
