Only a Calf
A new small calf born deformed
and rejected by its mother
taken in by others and nurtured into health.
This world is too beautiful to ignore
and too broken to turn away from.
Put down your books
come to deep looking, feeling, knowing
of beings – children of the World Being Herself.
Sit with knowing Her, feeling Her – all of Her
before you’re gone and it’s too late
to know Her in this way, as Her child, Her expression of Self.
When you were born it was as though She sent you
to school for the day… but only for a day.
When you return home your Mother
will be waiting for you.
©photo and poem by caf
