Child

Let your toes dig into the sand

beneath your bare feet.

Let the warm breeze cling 

to your fat cheeks as the 

green ribbons in your hair tickle 

the back of your sun burnt neck.

Child, know the Divine Mother 

created you to bless the Earth

with your untainted beauty

and giggles. Dear Child, 

march forward, humming the 

magnificent tune of change.

From Maryam

Fireflies light up the sky like a meteor 
shower right before dawn. The wind 

brings a type of magic that only arrives
whenever she is around. The lady of 

the night flower garden blooms
perfuming her arrival.A marrying
silhouette of day's light and night's
sensual essence hummed a rhythmic 
tune as her hand lightly touches

the dewy ends of my hair. With a single
vibration she affirms: "Woman, wake up!
Clear your dusty blue Vishuddha,
it does not match well with your smile."