I long to wake the sleeping mother deep inside of me,

And so I knock and knock and knock 

On the door of puberty.

Awake to me.

My time comes slowly. 

I see the buds of breasts are growing 

On the other girls at school.

I see the sexuality becoming real,

And yet for me my tenuous limbs

Are long and thin,

With no hint of curves appearing.

But I’m knocking, knocking, knocking, 

On the door of puberty.

Awake to me, Divine Mother.

Mother Mary, come to me.

Great Ganga, churn the Milky Way.

Open my eyes, because I see 

Greater Things still dormant in me,

A spiritual ability to be expecting,

To unfold the springing greenness

Of transcendental maidenhood

And give life to the great creative

Waiting patiently for me to be ready.

Awake Divine Mother and set me free to sail

Across the teeming, pregnant sky,

With the darting dragonfly,

And to swim with the silver fishes up the stream,

To change direction on a dream,

So that I may stay with the gracious moment where

The bears are and the mighty fir,

Where you are

When you are fully aware of me,

When the vibrations alight the Christmas tree

And a child is born,

A miracle.

Let me be a part of all this beauty,

All this peace, receptivity, and divine growth.

-jenn