Oh! Mother, why turn your face away from me,
For you have left me as hollow as the grave.
Anything that once may have grown within,
Instead drier and more desiccated than the
Dust; infinitely riding dusk winds, my potential,
Floating further and further away as I decay.
Oh, mother. Why? Turn your face from me!
For you have left me, time and time again.
Anything that once was a home, left behind.
Instead, drier and more temperate climates,
Dust infinitely riding dusk winds; my potential,
Floating further and higher to the heavens
Oh? Mother, why turn your face away from me?
For you have left. Me; I cannot seem to follow!
Anything that once was is washed away by you;
Instead, drier places flood and wet places burn.
Dust; infinitely floating from the civilization of man.
Floating further, taking all of history with it.
Oh mother, why? Turn your face away from me,
For you have left the only sight to see the stars;
Anything that once was, created by Oneness.
Instead, drier eyes than mine can understand.
Dust, infinitely riding the void and connecting;
Floating further in heavens, no vacuum abhorred.
Oh mother! I have begun to open my eyes,
For yours shine and turn the dust to a manna.
Anything that I need to sustain me is from you,
Instead of seeking, I am found wherever I am;
Dust like an infinite tapestry of light enmeshed.
Floating, my soul filled with your light once more.
Oh mother, how I have longed for your light.
