Memories of First Darshan

Mother's Gaze

You who from my soul's rest roused me
Who to earth's sphere compelled me
Out of my nest of space and light,
With a look both musing and sure you drew me
So that I thought nothing of hovering
The long fretful years away
Gazing upon the ocean
And wondering if it was that
Or a bright flower below,
Or a bird's call,
Or a single sparkling day,
Which made the coming to earth worth it.
And stilled the why and the wherefore
Of life's intermittent gray,
Ever broken by the memory . . . the memory of what?
When I arrived and I saw you
My heart rose then dipped with a sigh,
Slipped through your eyes and at last alighted
And knew why,
Knew the why and the wherefore,
Knew itself from the beginning anchored
As well as in the sky of your eyes,
In the days that were now all brightness,
And in oceans and birdsong and flowers
And in each everyday good
Born of the gaze of your eyes.

- Maggi

(Seeds by Maggi, published by the author, 2006, p. 41)