Dying mother, permission granted

Be the self of spirit

administering to your leads.

Let them carry you on

in their winged performances.

Let them be the extension

of your deepest intentional deeds.

Let forgiveness be the broadcast

of your current flight to beyond.

Let permission be

you share your passage

with each one of them.

Let them drink your essence

in your silent presence upon them.

Let your pain humble them

into deeper self-recognitions.

Guide them by sharing

as your transition calls.

Be there as you are.

Let your emotive majestic

electrify them

from their inside out.

Let them see all

sharing your new sight.

You are becoming the wise child

of this, your new light.

Leave for them petals

from where you are sourcing

your fragrance of being.

Allow them to possess

your absence richly.

Feel free in their presence

to wholly be . . .

Be no more kept by courtesy

or your fears of indebtedness.

You are not the burden

but the surprise!

They all thirst

for where you are now nectar.

They are all doing

just as a way of being

by your side.

You are now a greater wavelength.

So soon for you to gift them

a greater sense of space and sky.

Continue to sip from each of them

and share your sight.

Take with you

what never can be held

as separate.

Leave behind

what keeps them all

from oneness.

You have become the prism

for their eventual reflections.

See their spirits now also.

Tell them of your delights.

You are the wings for rising

amidst their breaths of sadness.

You are spread among each of them

as they all go on from here.

You are the un-announcable

heart of their hearts,

as the twilight slowly glimmers.

Lead by simply breathing on

while they listen

within your every song.

Dying mother, permission granted,

leaving nothing behind

but completeness.

Know your bond

across these realm timelines.

A sweet esthetic peace

be the hand that leads you.

Let your inner eyes

rest upon glorious sights.

Let them take from you

not as memory but as being.

They live you on

not as separate

but as their inner guide.

They love you

not for who you were to them,

but love more fully now

for you have blessed them all,

by being,

who you really are . . .