Why O why

We came from you 
We will go back to you 
Why O why did we separate ourselves from you?

Separate we did and then felt alone 
Alone as an oxymoron 
For, there is me in everything and everything in me 

Did we come to life from matter
Or did matter always have spirit in it? 
Why O why do we refuse to see the truth 

Refuse we do and then wonder who are we 
Machines who otherwise display emotion
Or creators of the machines we now trust more than us

Creators we are & then we shy away from that which created us, created all 
Why o why do we cringe at the idea of the very divinity which is at the root of all creation? 
O Divine mother, why when we can see our biological mother, our earth mother
Do we not let ourselves blossom in your embrace?