My True mother is not known;
Though i feel her in my heart/body/soul;
The Step Mother takes care of me;
As her own child, she loves me dearly;
With the sunshine she soothes me;
With the warmth she comforts me;
With her Embrace she eases my worries;
For what i have in me is that of the True Mother;
Where i will find my answer to the question;
I know a tiny little part of her abodes in me, that is the part which makes me;
The Immense Energy i feel when i think of her;
The splendid self-love/self-worth/self-realization, with just a thought of her;
She died for us, is what i know;
Once she lived in her vast mighty form;
we all our just a part of her;
For everything we /ever will/ see, touch, sense, even think, is nothing but her;
Oh Mother, I write this, to thank you for everything;
Oh Mother, the beauty you have it'll be difficult for us to understand;
You're the known, you're the unknown,
you're the entity resting in every mind/body/soul;
I Embrace you of dear Mother, I thank you for everything you blessed us with;
For you won't be forgotten by me ever;
'What am i' I ask myself.
With a Smile, 'I'm a immensely small/diminutive/little star particle of my true Mother, for she sacrificed her life to make way for us to experience the universe'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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