The Arrival of the Mother

A Sigh 

Heralding Passion & Release

Glorious Serendipity of Yearnings

Followed by the descent of Grace . . . she comes

She Comes

Trailing Flower Petals behind her

Different than the Pied Piper

Who fluted the mice out of Hamelin Town

She Has Arrived

Finally, and in full Flower,

 Blessing us with each movement  

Tinkling Bells

And

Personified Grace

Alchemy adorned with

Wispy tendrils

A Gentle touch as

The one becomes the other

The Change Begins

The Dragonfly emerges from the deep watery sleep to crawl up the stalk

We’re talking a big game here.

My head emerges and I want to Sing Exalted Songs

Forever Free from my doubt and denial

Where my voice is free

The Heavenly Muse Herself.

She arrives in my living room

Fully baked

Decked out in all her spring/summer/winter/fall regalia

She actually has an address at my house!

She came,

She filled me, thrilled me

The humming

The Vibration

The Tones-

Sacred sound of Life and Creation

Her arms are full of gifts

I am Her

I have no arms

And, yet, I’m all arms

Giving, holding, 

Touching embracing

The centuries of starvation are past me.

The food is on the table.

The words roll out of my pen—the divine harmonies

The Flow of Sounding

They come unbidden & yet desired forever

My Life is a Poem Sung Free
SOPHIA ALEXANDER