This is the first of five letters I’ve written to my mother and daughter as poetry.&nbsp;I’ll be sending them out to you between now and when my daughter is expected to be born - Oct 30th - as an invitation to you to join me, seeing through my eyes, feeling through my heart, during this initiation of my life. With my mother having left this world and my daughter about to arrive - I am a dweller on the threshold between the veils.&nbsp;Thank you for joining me here.<h3 id="d39df187-4587-440f-8dbb-2af929189295" data-toc-id="d39df187-4587-440f-8dbb-2af929189295" style="text-align: center; font-size: 20px; line-height: 1.2;">Poem 1 of 5</h3>My mothers spirit and presenceFortifies my spine,Massaging open my heart.Her resting focal pointGazing out from behind my eyesSpacial resolutionSoftened in solution&nbsp;Of expanded inspirationFloodedBy the warm current of courageTo let my life be a blessing. With a glimmer the color of moonlightShe guides my gaze.Look over here, my dearDid you hear?The soft color of silencenestled within the billowing breathing cloud pillows cuddled by the sun?Did you hear?The tone of that thought, it’s tamber.That one about how your body is changing in your becoming as mother?This heavy, slippery, sticky one?Yes, that one.It’s not yours.&nbsp;Where did it come from?From me, honey, from me.From when we shared one body,That message wasn’t mine eitherBut it lived a full life in me. Till I plucked it like a weed&nbsp;As I crossed into year sixty threeIt’s your turn sweet heartYou’ve got a thirty three year head start on me.&nbsp;And my daughter’s got thirty years on me.Exactly!Where do I put it?You can place it over hereIn the garden by the apple treesLet it become compostTill the soil is so aliveThat it finally sets you free.It’s that simple?Yes, that simple.&nbsp;Not easy, simple.&nbsp;Will you help me?Of course honey, of course.&nbsp; You see,When your thoughts and beliefs exit the cycle of life, establishing some kind of immortality, they become cancerous - invisible to the psychospiritual immune system.Remove their disguise, usually the flavor of judgement, criticism.And place it back into life’s rhythmWith guidance, not controlI see, as creator, not victimExactlyNothing is meant to last foreverNot us,&nbsp;Not our identities,Not our bodies,&nbsp;Not even our beliefs.Allow it all,&nbsp;my dear daughter,to adapt, grow, and evolve,&nbsp;To decay, wilt, and fall,&nbsp;&nbsp;To root, rise and renew myself anew.You’ve got it, honey.&nbsp; You’ve got it.JourneyOn,- Kiley

This is the first of five letters I’ve written to my mother and daughter as poetry. 

A conversation between me and my mother. 

Learn how to grow and scale your online course business using our online course platform. EzyCourse blog is designed to teach you how to create and sell online courses.

A conversation between me and my mother.

A conversation between me and my mother.

Related Posts

A Poetic Weaving of Life and Death

A Way Of Life

What’s Love Got to Do With it?

Feeling Seen in Your Relationships

Pillar Two: Connect to the Vision