I do see her eyes of grace.
I graze in her eyes with urge.
Cosmic dream rests there.
I delve in her mystic mystery.
I come across her subtle smile.
All creatures move around her
holding her hands of compassion.
Possessive; all we fight for attention,
drawing you to foment our wounds.
You embrace all with one hand,
and anoint all in your hold.
holding us with a band of love.
You tied every one as a garland.
I hear your incessant smile inside.
We know not your smiley mystery.
Oh mother let me garland you,
by these words of my possessiveness?