Neither Time Nor Space

Neither time nor space,
nor any cosmic thing,
can stop a mother's love,
or keep her from her child.
It is good to have been,
in extremis,
the recipient
of such love.

She did not see
through the illusion,
but she
saw me.

Piercing the Veil

With little jabs of my pen,
I pierce the veil of illusion.
I could be killed for that.

ᎤᏍᏗ jᎠᏇᏗ ᎠᏆ ᏗᎪᏪᎶᏗ ᎬᏙᏗ,
ᎠᏯ ᎠᏔᎴᏍᏓᏎ ᎠᏯᏙᎳᏛᏗᏁ ᎠᎪᏩᏛᏗ ᎥᎿᎢ.
ᎠᏯ ᏰᎵᏊᏎ ᎨᏒᎢ ᎠᏓᎯᏍᏗᏔ Ꮎ ᎢᎬᏂᏏᏍᎩ.

Text and image © 2019 by Donald C. Traxler.