In This Bliss

Mother Hips


Darling don't you cry. The world is waiting over your shoulder.
Maybe it's not mine, to understand the meaning of your wonder.
All games and fears will not conquer this.
Stay for a while, in this bliss.
All the times you cry, they're only soft expressions of your needing.
What do I know of needs? Teach me how to know them from my wanting.
In your beginner's mind you'll see.
Stay for a while, in this free.
Little coos and chirps are the grandest ideas you do give me.
Tiny hands and feet, could anything in life be more lovely?


Writer/s: Greg Loiacono