May 14, 2017 Original Poetry
Out of the Nothing That Was
©May 14th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
First, the hum of mind.
Next, the sound of want.
Then, comes the desiring
The yearning and the seeking,
And the spinning of a Self
Into another, holding
Yet another spool of self
To be spun into newness.
And, out of the silent blood-dark,
A being spins into shape.
And out of the Nothing that was,
Comes forth everything that is now
Which, lying curled within the dark –
A intention, a shifting shape,
A spinning into glowing life,
Holds the heart of sun-and-shadow.
Out of the brooding blood-dark,
Comes a mind, a stirring, a shape,
An abstract intention, a life.
Conscious, attentive, focused,
Glowing with light and impatience,
Composed of disparate cells,
Fusing together for a purpose,
All filled with intention,
We grow into our spinning selves,
Cocooned in a crooning hum.
I think, and thank my mother now.
I think, and thank my daughter too.
And, too, I thank my grandmother,
Also, her mother, and her mother,
All the way back to the blood-start
Of everything, when, a-sparking
Out of the Nothing that wasn’t,
Came forth the Everything that is.
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May 8, 2016 Daily Life, Ramblings and Musings
About my mother:
My mother is beautiful and I adore her.
She is the epitome and grace and goodness, of soul and lyricism. She imbued me and my sister and brother with music, something which sustains us.
Despite her 8th grade education, she made sure that she supported and encouraged all of us to love learning. And despite her non-fluent English, it was she who taught me to read and write – not my teachers.
She has lived through terrible privation and loss, and held her children aloft through those times. Faithful and loyal to her husband, her children, her parents and siblings, defender of all, even those who sought to go her harm, she is a living Saint. She has seen death up close, and does not flinch. She does not fear. She Loves, with a capital L.
She is my Goddess.
If I become half the person my mother is, I shall count myself fortunate.
Happy Mother’s Day, Amma!
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