WHISPERS OF THE I AM
by Jasmine
June 1997
An Ode to Mother
Oh woman, Mother of Life
She-Creator, Procreator,
incarnating the Love that IS
at the heart of dense matter,
sacred are your essence and your form,
quintessence of love, selflessness and warmth,
of most intimate sharing,
wearing an air of indisputable beauty
even as the form declines,
marred and scarred with heavy life.
Mother of Life,
in your radiance such delicacy revealed,
in your spirit, unfathomable fortitude concealed,
fashioning countless generations
with your own self, with your blood, your sinews, your heart,
with tenderness, and pain and hope and trust
that all is as it must be,
nursing the hungry babe with your sweet essence,
cradling, cuddling, cherishing, holding,
eternally enfolding in your embrace
the saint and the sinner
the scrooge and the giver
the murderer and those that deliver
us from the limitations of this form.
On this day of great love flowing,
of remembrance, of higher knowing,
accept yourself for who you are;
open yourself to the Love you are
and gift it to yourself.
And know that you are innocent,
you are beautiful,
you are holy.
Know that you are as I AM.
Let there be no
more sorrow, judgment and blame,
let go of all guilt and shame
of all discomfort, of all old pain.
Time for that is over.
As the sunshine dissipates the mist
in the vale,
as the light dissipates the darkness without fail,
so the love of your heart flowing forth
will dissolve all your heartaches.
Start in this holy moment now;
give them over to the Wisdom of your open heart.
Bring all the burdens, all the imperfections,
bring all of the world's suffering and pain,
bring all the sadness, worry, fear, despair -
and in the infinite love of your heart
see it all healed, renewed, revealed,
washed clean without a stain.
And so it shall be.
Mother of Life
She-Creator, Procreator,
greater than any one knows,
take off the old garland of tears,
take off the fears, the feelings of insignificance,
the doubt, the dimmed sight,
and put on an outer garment
that reflects more truly who you are;
put on a great, majestic, flowing robe
woven of living strands of shimmering light,
a garment created for you by the love of Creation
for your homecoming,
for your celebration.
I AM Jasmine
© 1997, Jasmine Zidaric