To Mother Nebadonia
There always are the Angels,
no matter if we see,
they are in front, around,
by Father asked to be.
There is that Mother Spirit
Creator of this place,
a Master of all Beauty,
and Love, and Joy, and Grace.
Transcending every moment
Her messengers arrive:
some zoom, some fly, some singing,
world laughs at their drive.
There is no way to reckon
a butterfly in flight.
Divine it looks in movement,
while dancing in delight!
From galaxies unknown,
those sweet creatures seam,
nowhere on this planet,
that shimmer in light beam!
Shall I describe the magpie,
flapping in black and white,
long tail, perfect balance
and graceful like a kite?
My ears are enchanted
when the jays come in groups,
the sparrows chirp and gurgle
and dive in dangerous loops!
A nightingale soprano,
adorable and cute,
so small, so fine, but mighty
she sings and pays tribute…
The doves, in their sweetness
fly straight over my head;
I talk with them and greet them;
I’d caress them instead!
Today surprise? Red-tail
kite, in elegant moves:
A master in all greatness,
his skill and beauty proves.
Shall I tell you the Wonder
of Mother’s Artistry,
all lovely scent and colours
of flowers tapestry?
It took me long to figure
the message of Her sent:
There is a Way to Father
in all those circles blend…
Like in the tulip, seeing
the Sacred Holiness,
in every bee She sends me
the Heaven laughs in bliss!
Cosmic Liberty 