I went to visit my Mother for a couple of days;
She had been calling me for a long time.
She welcomed me into her enormous, wet bosom,
Bumpy and moss-lined,
Punctuated by unexpected pools of sun.
I told her my troubles without speaking: she understood immediately,
And made me feel at home.
She reminded me, but in a loving way, how small I am, alone in my fragile ego;
She told me how important I am
As an observer and appreciator,
And as part of the enormous love that flows through her mountains
I breathed in her purity and wisdom
And was restored
until the next time.