Playing With My Food ~
A journal about food, thought, travel, and life; by Chef & Raconteur Chaz French.

Mother

This is a poem I wrote which later became a song, it was written many years ago for my teacher Guru Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati.  I am posting it here tonight as a wish that she gets well soon.

Mother

I go to sleep, you are there
I wake up, you are with me
I am home, you are here
I walk down the street – you follow me
Mother I can hear you, Mother I can feel you
Mother I can hear you, Mother I can feel you

Wherever I am, you are near
Wherever you are, you stay with me

Like a mother with a newborn,
you never leave me

Mother I can hear you, Mother I can feel you
Mother I can hear you, Mother I can feel you

Like the helpless babe I am,
You will always care for me
Mother has always cared

As I walk through the fear
Of my own mortality
Mother is always there

Mother you are always there
Mother has always cared
Oh Mother, I love you
Mother, You are love

Take me into your arms Mother
And hold me forever.

Mother I can hear you,
Mother I can feel you,
Mother I love you.

Ma Jaya is a Brooklyn born, American spiritual teacher, artist, author, and fierce AIDS advocate and caregiver, she has cared for many people and taught them to live and die with dignity, peacefully, and with love.  She has touched my life in so many ways and taught me how to live and love in the face of death.

Please get well Ma, the world would be much worse off without you in it.