In detachment lies the wisdom of uncertainty..in the wisdom of uncertainty lies the freedom from our past, from the known, which is the prison of past conditioning...... And in our willingness to step into the unknown, the field of all possibilities, we surrender ourselves to the creative mind that orchestrates the dance of the universe.
-The Mundaka Upanishad..................................................
The womb of the world, the womb is fashioned as the circle. The circle is the womb, and the circle also represents the circle of people that make up the society. One circle comes out of the inner doorway and the other circle leaves circles within circles.
The mother sits in a circle that she has created. Rise in the center of the circle and you will cause the peak of a mountain. All that is in the radius of that circle will begin to rise from the feet of that raised center.
The whole of civilization would be at her feet, being the firm foundation that lifts her up to be cloaked in the light of the sun.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Once Again~ i'm swimming refreshingly in their breath~
as a dive in a northern spring with spreaded wings as a bird of the sea~
tiny palms hovering mine~
gentle fingers tickling my elbow passing chills beginning vine~
voices of purity absorbed by the enchantment of night~
Fables of Peter Pan, legends of pirates, treasures in caves~
grasp the withering energy of their delighted minds~
can't wait for the day to begin Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn~
until they're able to explore their finds~
now, as song of sunshine, lullaby of wonder trap moments of peace~
my thoughts begin to bury in silence and drown within the stillness of my babies' sleep~
Though I may forgive the dream that begins to creep~ as a thrilling breeze whispers in the crystal of sand~
I tremble with his warmth~
I inhale with the scent of her pink~
And in sweet response. . .
May I dedicate my every smile to their fearless touch~ sore within and beyond my soul with no degree of limitation
and through our creation may we surpass and emblaze in exhilaration~
Once again I swim in their breath
gliding in a spring of Elias y Xelise - Mi Sol y Mi Luna . . .
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