My Mum wrote me a letter, it was just a little note.
We were both in hospital, when she spilled her love onto paper.
I was having a baby, she had a blockage in her throat,
They tried to shield me from this truth.

I had my boy, he was big and strong,
She had her operation, and they said the blockage had gone.
But they were so wrong.
She died eight months later.

I still read her note and my eyes fill,
My baby is a grown man today.
And her death is a hard to swallow pill,
To remember her leaves a deep wound.

Beleaguered by patterns
Harmful or otherwise
Feeling short of options

I turn again to medicine
Familiar and sacred

Bristling with trepidation
Then…
Like the advent of electricity
All the lights come on

Wheresoever my senses probe
I find something miraculous

Steeped in this phenomenon
I step outside myself
Into some revelation

Devoid of attachment to the ego
I simply am

Headlong into spatial bliss
I’m willingly projected
Through an emotional vortex

I wish that I had written letters to my mother
like my sister did
I wish that at least one of the dreams I had
came true... for her

I watched my crazy dreams crash and burn
you know,
where I was rich and famous
could buy her stuff...

I'm sure that my mother knew how much I loved her
but I know
I left scars on her heart, and even though she said
they had healed, I saw them

There is a road that
I ride on it is rough
It seems so far away
miles ahead of me
It is impossible to
find the way
through the tunnel
sometimes it feels lost
to know where to go
I refused to give up
to take the initiative
to remind of myself
always stay positive
to keep things going
finding the right direction
to the successful path
persistent is the key
when it comes to
face with challenges
to stand up bravely
overcome obstacles
accomplish the goal