This is it

This is how my mother may influence me,
She loves everything here and in any weather.
And she blesses both the dirt and the stink,
Because she sees everything as in God's pleasure.

And in her reflection - like wonderful mirror
Everything just sparkles with true transformation,
I look in her shine, as in the water blinking,
In which there's love as a warm glow vibration.

There is always silence around my mom,
And Blissful emotions and softness of friendship,
And quiet, so quiet the Grace that she has,
The softness of kindness and hands so gentle.

And if someday I burn with anger or seethe,
This happens to me, shame to say, very often,
Then talking to her - I just sneer and grin
At anger, inspired something great to accomplish,

Immediately it seems petty to me -
What was so hot and annoying or grimming,
Main questions of essence get closer, and clear,
that any fulfillment is just the beginning.