Child of Prana

The 0.01 percent of Mother in us all. 
A Mother like no other - timeless, whole.
Before I'm born, I am in Her.
And after birth, She is in me.
And when I die, Her hands upheld in mudra, mine receive.
A Breather of Desire, and a nag -
She ever gently pushes me to tag
along a golden, weary path I know - 
because it feels so good to dare to love, to grow.
To know, to feel, to share this flame of Hers.
A Child of Prana - I am Yours.
 
Pranam, Mata