MOTHER

**NEW INK** MOTHER I laid the first bricks of knowledge at the Temple of Timbuktu and allowed The world an opportunity To let knowledge be born

I squared the clay For the 1st steps That created Djoser While Osiris wrote love letters to Isis Along the banks of a Counterclockwise River that resemble My veins that connected Life and death Throughout the heartbeat Of this renamed continent

I drank from The chalice of life At the request of The great I am On the last day of creation And watched him Rest comfortably Admiring the birth Of the beginning

and because He thought I gave him the cold shoulder from where I walked he said We would Forever be Polar opposites Yet I still needed the bottom of an Iceberg in my glass To just to cool my thirst As I rested in a desert As hazel as my eyes Created by my dry cough

I looked over the Horizon of the continent While Sailing along Tear drops that Created rivers and waterfalls That became oceans and witnessed Forever in living color

And as a herd of sentient's asked permission To scatter and I bequeath them With the 4 winds of heaven giving ever lasting life to the children of infinity While Teardrops from my eyes Created photosynthetic nourishment In the form of raindrops That fed the planet for eons Before man called earth home

I'm so intricately intimate With all creation That even my mistakes Come out great and as a matter of fact If you could Imagine that just for the fun of it I gave imagination permission to prove the world wasn't flat

I'm so complex In my many forms Of dialect You would never know What I'm referring to Without my permission In the vernacular I allow you to use To speak to me Verbally or telekinetically

For You see

I am the sum total Of everything in its totality universal in Touch... tone... and tongue As I gave perfect the permission To be flawless

I am the living embodiment Of a sentient Who is a free as the blown Wind from my whispered lips

Starring at this creation, In the realization

that I am That all there is ...

and I... am ...pleased.

Written By, JLRobinson aka JRob The Wise Son July 25, 2020 A Deeper Shade of Soul Ent., LLC Copy Written Material © all rights reserved

Spoken Word Muse: Shawncie Carpenter Thank You Beloved!!