On Her Majestic Mount
On her majestic mount clad in white She rides silently
The wind brushing Her black hair and the sea respectfully
Climbing the beach to gently bath Her golden feet
Only the paws of Her mount are to be heard as they meet
The waters of the ocean as he nobly walks forth at Her behest
In Her hand She holds a shining gem thus it is much blessed
So beautiful it is indeed and Mothers gaze is upon Her earth.
Amidst the waste of our society She wades
Some humbly offer Her flowers others blades
And yet nonchalantly She continues Her quest
In our heart She places Her feet but blessed
Are those already who have but touched the sand
That has rubbed Her feet as She walks this desert land.
Her compassionate gaze enlightens our souls with a vision
That makes miserable slaves into kings with a mission
Her glowing face adorns lampposts and walls
She stands Herself for hours giving speeches in halls
Explaining the secrets of the magic inside
She invites seekers to come where the gods reside
With patience She smiles and with love she ails
The wounds of the sick who come on stage to tell their tales.
She listens with interest comforting healing
Even though that child next day might be leaving
And how brave She is for only She knows the tragedy
Of the seeker that hears Her words but sees not the fallacy
Of kaly yuga’s reality, She has come for u and I
It is plain to see from the love in Her eye
There is a part of us that She only knows
She has come to bring us our Spirit that glows.
The Aspiring Scribe