Enough? What does it really mean?

Oh, Mother
I want to lay in your arms
Be held safe.
I wish to weep, and moan
Why am I not enough?
At the same time I hear all around me
Oh, my she is too much, she's so intense.
What do these labels mean.
Hold me Sweet Mother,
Let my tears fall to bring growth.
Let my eyes and face shine with the
Glory of Life,
The Mystery of Being.
Hold me Sweet Mother,
Remind me that I am enough.
That I am ME - which is all you ask of me
My tears fall like a river,
I long to be held,
To laugh with myself and another deep into the dark.
Hold me Sweet Mother,
Today, I feel like a motherless child.
Hold me Sweet Mother,
Show me, a way to be gentle to myself.
Have Compassion for the times I am lonely.
Enough, I want to understand what that truly means.
Are we all not Enough for us?
For the Great Mystery, the Divine Nature?
Hold me Sweet Mother,
I am but a Motherless child.
So, very grateful for your love wrapped around me.
Hold me Sweet Mother,
Till the tears turn to laughter.
Shelter me

Feel sometimes like a motherless child.....

Oh, my sweet Mother Earth
This weekend I felt like a Motherless child.
There were moments that I could not feel you surrounding me.
I felt lost in a rush of hurry, hurry.
I was lost in the neediness of others.
I lost sight and touch of your loving body.

Please forgive me.
Sometimes I feel like a mother less child.
Yet, in my heart I know your are there
Again, I am held. I can feel your love.
Guide me to love, compassion.

I thank you for the Great Abundance that I was able to have before me.
Share with others.
Guide me to know that by walking my path true to you, myself and I,
Then others may learn.
Teach me that I need to respect others in their right to be
In a place of fear and lack.
Forgive me, my lack of compassion.

Oh, sweet Mother Earth,
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.
I am blessed by your wisdom and grace.
Thank you sweet Mother, for allowing me to walk upon your belly.
Thank you for the abundance of my Life.

Let me sing to you Sweet Mother Earth.
That you may hear my gratitude like the singing of the birds.
Let me dance for you,
That you may feel me as the leaves sway in a breeze.
I am grateful for the grace you gift.

Thank you sweet Mother Earth.
I am blessed knowing I am really never a motherless child.




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