This one carries weights and falters
She finds her road a constant climb.
She didn’t know when she started out
Some weights increase with time.
Her destination drags her onwards
Her load is live with urgent voice.
The home the road will lead her to
Is not the home of choice.
The other, too, once dragged her burdens.
Now freer in body and mind
She goes where purpose points the way-
She’s left her loads behind.
Which is the way to the Self Expressed?
The one, bemused, gropes forward-back-
The other with spirit and eye alert
Skirts round the cul-de-sac.
Now and again they meet at pleasures.
One weary, brittle-smooth the other.
They clash-they do not understand-
-these mothers –one another.
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