The whisper of all things

The morning draped in golden lace,
each breath, a soft embrace.
The sun peeped in, its warmth so deep,
it stirred the soul from quiet sleep.

The cosmic Mother held my gaze,
her love alight in tender rays.
No shadow lingered, none could hide,
her presence vast, yet by my side.

Each leaf, each breeze, a whispered prayer,
the universe laid all things bare.
A sacred stillness filled the air,
as if all time had paused to care.

Her hands were leaves, her voice the sea,
and all she touched was part of me.
In every fold of light and hue,
she sang, "You are, and I am you."

I felt no end, no place to part,
the cosmos beat within my heart.
The sky, the earth, the endless blue,
all whispered back, "We are you too."