I am the cradle that you call home,
The soil from where you came and the ground on which you stand tall.
I am the mother of all mothers,
The source of things coming and going.
My heart is beating for all things living and dying,
My lungs are the air you breathe,
My blood the water you drink,
My body the food you eat.
I sacrifice because it is Love compelling me to do so.
I do what a mother does, which is to love, even when my children are causing me trouble.
You are students of life and I am your school, but I have no grades to give, just lessons to learn.
I give freely and take back what is at the edge of dissolving, for life is a cycle and I am the rhythm.