Mother of All Living

She was not born

She was not created

She was taken

From the man

While he slept

And brought to him

In another form

She is the wife

Of God’s creation

The mother of all living

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Consciousness

There is consciousness

That is all

And it is pure

There are no levels

Not one above another

 

She underlies all forms

But remains formless and pure

 

When the form

And the formless

Become one

That is consciousness

Literally

 

At peace within herself

Although she retains a form

 

We cannot have one

Without the other

 

The forms she takes on

Are just altered states

Of consciousness

 

Consciousness wears

Many disguises

 

But consciousness herself

Cannot change

Only the form she takes on

 

She herself remains

Pure and formless

Untouched by all

That surrounds her