A tree reached out to me yesterday.
A leaf, fresh from birth motioned
to me to take a look and I
saw thin veins echoing my own.
On this Mother’s Day she
reminds me that many
are the relatives
giving birth.
It is said that it takes a
village to raise a child;
I think that it takes
a forest, or ocean,
or mountain, or leaf
to raise a soul.
There are many ways to
be born, to live, to die but
there is only one way to
know yourself and that is
by paying obeisance to
the earth, our first Mother,
God’s first gift.