Mother Poem by Jason Callender

sound vibrates
it makes and creates
there is no thing more precious than water
our deep black mother
inside our creator
primodial water
measurements through the golden number
everywhere in nature
and all her creatures
bees ad the birds
use symbols not words
the meaning for love has been lost
almost forgot
deeper meaning inside
look deep into my eyes
to know what goes on in my mind
connected to space
in a deep way