Mother
I am always afraid of my mother,
ominous, threatening,
a pain in the depths of my consciousness.
My mother is like a shell,
so easily broken.
Yet the fact that I was born
bearing my mother’s shadow
cannot be changed.
She is like a cherished, bitter dream
my nerves cannot forget
even after I awake.
She prevents all freedom of movement.
If I move she quickly breaks,
and the splinters stab me.
~Nagase Kiyoko*
*cited:
Women Poets of Japan
Trans: K Rexroth & I Atsumi
a meditative journey 
Beautiful post, Brenda 🙂
Thank you so much for sharing and have a beautiful day ahead 🙂
Thank you…your images are beautiful..light/shadow, composition, color…all come together beautifully
How sad is the poem. Lovely photos. Is the first of a passion fruit flower?
Thank you for visiting…yes, I agree about the poem. I don’t know the name of the flower…It was in flower bed near my home.