Who do you think you are, young man?
My mother would ask me at times
She didn’t expect an answer, she was just trying to draw the line
But now that I’m much older
Hey, that’s a juicy question
Here’s my answer, Mom
I’m a Divine Being unfolding, not a child needing scolding
I’m a lovelight that’s evolving, not a problem needing solving
I’m beyond all definitions, spun from love without conditions
I’m a blank page
the world’s my stage,
I’m beautiful at any age
I’m a risk taking fool
And a huge-hearted lover
Thanks for asking the question
My dearest mother