While I Was Born

While I was born,
the benevolent arms of the universe
submerged themselves around the aura of my mother
whose love ever not disturbed
opened her arms to receive me.

While I was born,
the passionate arms of the universe
endlessly encircled the world
intimately spreading celebrations of Her new child,
of me.

While I was born,
the pleased arms of the universe
planted a kiss on each finger of my father,
whose gentle hands
caressed the womb searching for me.

While I was born
the arms of the universe
held me dear in an embrace of farewell with tears
that She wiped from my eyes.

As I was born,
the unconditional love of the universe
entrusted Her arms to me,
to walk on Her fingertips
as She carries me back to her ever longing heart.


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