Love, as deep as the Ocean,
The bottom of which no one sees.
Yet I trust
It exists!
I close my eyes,
Breathe in slowly
And question my feelings:
Is there an end to Motherly love?
Layer upon layer are being peeled,
To reveal the Infinite.
“You MUST HIT ROCK BOTTOM
Of all Motherly Loves,”
The Wise One says,
“Then, you will understand!”
Words are being thrown
Into the Mother’s heart!
They disappear slowly and
Leave no trace!
The knives are swallowed,
The heart closes.
Millions of knives are being felt,
Locked in the darkness
Of a confused, devastated,
Motherly heart…
“LOOK!!!” says the Wise one,
While the shinny coins overflow her pockets,
“Look, we could see NOTHING!!!”
Therefore nothing exists…
Aim knives at your Mother’s heart…
The one who birthed you,
And nursed you days and nights on end!
If the wound is smooth and the knives no more,
The chapter ended…
It smells…
A magnifying glass reveals
Maggots.
Tomorrow is
TRASH DAY!
Invisible, who cares that
Your Mother’s heart is in
Excruciating pain?
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