Seeing

Time is a fine sand flowing
Constant over the the soul
Soft as a baby blanket
Wearing away the soul’s skin

Knit lovingly of fear
And patched here and there
With misconceptions
The soul’s skin protects us

But the fine sand of time
Wearing away the soul’s skin
Eventually lets what’s in, out
And what’s out, in

Lines between us
Become less defined
As our souls slowly disrobe
Revealing our light

Eventually we see
Our souls mirrored infinitely
In the endless stream of lights
We call “others”  

Eventually we see
We mirror so intimately
That first soul companion
“Mother”  

-- Tom Rubenoff

Happy Mother's Day