Memories sift
To a cocooned warmth
Cradled to the tune of
pink hues
Caressed by gentle waves
Of tender love
Anointing my skin
Feeding my elements
Mothering me, swaddled in
its fold
I recall
None of those
transient moments
To describe the form, but
For its name in substance
–
Bliss!
Bliss!
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With Mama Zen
Mama
Zen at imaginary garden with real toads
:) yes this is the best safest heaven....far away from worldly tensions and stress....
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I think this must be the most comforting safe haven....the one perhaps we all continue to yearn for throughout our lives, but can never quite duplicate.
ReplyDeleteGetting all broody now....
ReplyDeleteThey say we long for it all our lives, and being born is one of the biggest traumas a human endures--which is we we can't remember--but somehow part of us remembers that safest place, always.
ReplyDeleteLovely absolutely lovely =)
ReplyDeleteHow lovely ... my youngest son (now 50) tells me he remembers being born ... insisting he remembers. We all laugh .. and then we wonder 'what if.'
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely remembrance........I agree, this is the nurturing and comfort we spend our lives searching for.
ReplyDeleteWow! I agree that it's something that we long for deep in our subconscious for the rest of our lives.
ReplyDeleteThat is the ultimate safe place! Well done!
ReplyDeleteOh, how I wish we could harbor memories of this bliss. So well written, Akila. ♥
ReplyDeleteThe memory...if we could recall it...would be beyond wonderful. Meanwhile, a beautiful write.
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It comforts me to know you knew you came from a safe womb. To know there was pure bliss in that place and you'd be loved and cherished when you came into the world. Thank you for sharing the joy of your thoughts of pure safety.
ReplyDeleteThe glory and beauty of a safe womb...such a moving piece.
ReplyDeleteThis is really beautiful!:) I liked the title:)
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