My mother said she gave
birth to me during a blizzard
blasting through Queens, New York
Now on the eve of my natal day
I think of my Mom…
shiny red candied apples
comes to mind, and warm, soft hugs
I never realized how mind blowing
and truly spiritual the act of giving birth was
until I bore my daughter
You are literally on the threshold of
life and death
the door is as wide open as
the screaming, leg splitting
birth canal
Just think a spirit, a soul
is crossing over from
another enigmatic world
I vaguely remember
a door opening, closing
darkness and then my
Mother smiling down
So began another journey
out of countless sojourns,
inquiries, quests, mothers,
dads, colorful caravans and safaris
all leading towards one holy goal
Self Realization