Depth of a Woman's Love
It is different than mother’s
Love; for it is Anitya; but it
Becomes concretized, once
Her psyche has fallen in love
With thee.
Mother was a woman of golden
Lightening; for she gave unto
Me heartfelt wretchedness. Thus
Beauty blossomed.
But the woman that I now love;
She is Vajrayana to me: my
Diamond which glistens in the
Mire.
I tripped upon her in the forest of
Affliction. She was sorrow unto
Herself; alone, in need of a true
Friend.
Out of pain, her radiance drew me
Near. Since the start of our union,
She has been heaven to me. I dare
Not say this of the others.
The depth of a woman’s love, if
Thou canst experience it, it can move
Thee to tears. I felt Avidya within me,
Scared of the love of light.
But I embraced love; somewhat
Aloof from the reaching of its presence.
I praise Spirit; for blessing me with
The wings of my awakening: unto love.
Glenn Jr. Marchand
Copyright © Glenn Jr Marchand | Year Posted 2009
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