Caressed by the winds of nature and nurture,
One feels safe,
Untouched,
Unbound by the bonds of amplified virility.
Barefoot days of warmer seasons are spent prancing and dancing among the colourful manifestations of Mother’s love.
A joy for life overwhelms the heart,
As one witnesses life that is all around,
And all that has given life.
Gentle breaths deeply seep into the Body,
Invisible expressions of love that enter and never leave.
Mother’s love in all that one learns to love.
In all that one experiences with their divinely gifted senses.
A Mother’s first gift.
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