Infant Dawn The Mother surrenders all time and the Infant surrenders the ocean of the womb the anchor of the umblical and the body of the mother ship He emerges no less than an astronaut come to explore and bravely conquer this strange world. Milk is not milk it is breath and breath is not breath but life and the mothers face voice and touch they alone are true milk In the infant dawn new mother and son explore each other in a timeless ritual of counting on each other He counts on only two things that when he opens his mouth the milk will always be there as a cure for future fears of famine and when he opens his eyes her face shall appear as an antidote to all inhibitions of mortality the eyes of his skin and the eyes of his ears are open only to her touch her voice everything else is ripe with danger She? she counts everything again and again and again never tiring in her rosary one long strong body one nose two wide eyes one greedy happy selfish mouth two beautiful hands like two troupes of Bolshoi ballet dancers one fat little stomach two long long legs ten perfect toes two red feet Mars from earth is a shorter journey of just 8 months than one childs arrival from the Gomukh of his fathers kundalini to the brave new world of his mothers scent
Posted on: Thu, 26 Sep 2013 22:35:59 +0000