The Surge

I feel you rise
inside me
slow and sure,
a surge,
a tsunami,
after a stir...
shattering walls
strong and old,
with your power,
they've no foothold;
I sit in silence
submerged, shaken,
as you rise
from within,
tears mistaken,
for sadness or joy,
does it really matter?
as I surrender my will,
my mind and its chatter,
a voice inside
calls out "Mother!";
as I long to embrace
her and every other;
my whole space fills
with love unplugged,
overflowing beyond
to all with love.