Cradle of my own

I was in the cradle of my Mother.
I was in the cradle of my womb.
I was in the cradle of the beginning of things.
In a fetus position, I could feel myself come back.
In a fetus position, I could feel myself go.
I just had to close my eyes, and I was gone.
But then something pulled me back.
This unconscious thought of my family.
This unconscious though of the world.
This unconscious thought of my own being.
These thoughts kept on bringing me back,
To that very moment.
In a fetus position,
In the cradle of my own womb.

And then I cried.
I cried, of forgiveness.
Forgiveness from my Mother, allowing me to go again.
Leave her womb again.
And continue on this journey of my own.
But now I know where she is.
And I can always come back.
Selfish of me.
When she is just here waiting for me.
Only one decision to make, and I can go again.
But I haven't made it yet.
Because when I look around me,
I see only beauty.
And when I look around me.
I see Life.
And I see Love.
This feeling that I get out of this.
The sight, the touch.
The smell and taste.
The emotions in my own being.
It is for those feelings, that I come back.
Every single time.

I’ve remembered myself walking down those red rocks.
I’ve remembered myself going in the same circles again and again.
From the darkest sights, to the highest points.
Where no-one else has been.
My voice high as ever.
And I raise my finger.
Touching the Infinite.

Then, it brought me back.
Involuntarily or voluntarily. 
It brought me back. 
And I see myself walking out of the shadows towards the light again.
Again, and again. 
And again, until I found myself in my own Cradle.
Until I found myself in my own production and creation.
And there I am.
Ready for a slight second.
Ready to burst out of my shell.
To fly again in the new world that I can’t see.
And it calls me back.
Oh Mother, you called me back.
Crawling to your arms.
I can feel you and you can feel me.
And when I look around me.
All I can see is you and me.
Oh Mother, you called me back.
And I feel you so strongly.
From the tips of my fingers, to the tip of my toes.
When I look around me.
All I can see, is you and me.
Oh Mother, you called me back so strongly.
I was ready. 
Oh, so ready.
Ready to fly again.
In this new world that I can’t see.
Oh Mother, you called me back.
In my own cradle.
You called me back.
In the womb.
You called me back.

And there I promised.
That I would come back.
And there I promised.
That I would walk back.
And that one day, I will remember.
How to walk back to you.
And that one day, I will remember.
How to come back to you.
Because, oh Mother, I keep on forgetting.
And you forgive me.
Every single time, you forgive me.
I forget and you forgive.
And I forget and you forgive.
And I forget that you forgive.
And whenever I remember.
The tears crawl down my cheeks.
And my eyes wide open, to the aweness of your Awe.
Because, Oh Mother, you can call me back so strongly.
And then I can see.
How beautifully you have been created.
And then I can see. 
How beautifully you have created, me.

Oh Mother, I love you so dearly.
Oh Mother, I love you so purely.
There is not one day my thoughts aren’t for you.
And you know, that whenever I am ready.
I’ll come back to you and me.

 

-Marga Samadhi