Sponge Mother

Mother of Openness,

You make of Your body

a home for the ocean

to ebb and to flow.

Your sphere contains All: 

pulsing, dancing in rhythm:

wholeness is all that You know.

Could I swim through Your labyrinth,

what should I discover?

You breathe like a lung;

my lungs breathe like Your lover.

Here in this universe

contracting, expanding,

life is the fluid and love is the flow.

In the mansion of Your holes,

You have room for our souls.

Your many mouths of mystery,

all sing in harmony, Spirit below!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018