You can hear your mother's heart beat........coming from above.
You resonate in your tribe's rich rhythms.
The tempo....the beat.......you will use these to string words together and create the story of self.
You were pushed out into a world of muffled sounds and bright lights.
You opened your eyes upon a swirling edgelessness......colors flowing....soft cries of joy....warm skin.......loving arms.......sweet kisses........
Over time they will teach you the names of all things and you will began to believe that you are the center of the world.
Your personal identity has emerged....a sense of separation that will spend the rest of its life protecting it personal dream.
Not even suspecting that it actually never existed.
One day.....after many years.....you lay in your bed.....someone strokes your arm.
You feel a cool washcloth on your forehead.........and a damp cotton swab moistens your lips.
Your eyelids open..... the edges blur....the world swirls in warm colors.....and once again your baby eyes see who you are.
Baby Eyes
Re: Baby Eyes
... then suddenly you realize you've spent your entire life suffering the sense of separation for absolutely nothing.toombaru wrote:You can hear your mother's heart beat........coming from above.
You resonate in your tribe's rich rhythms.
The tempo....the beat.......you will use these to string words together and create the story of self.
You were pushed out into a world of muffled sounds and bright lights.
You opened your eyes upon a swirling edgelessness......colors flowing....soft cries of joy....warm skin.......loving arms.......sweet kisses........
Over time they will teach you the names of all things and you will began to believe that you are the center of the world.
Your personal identity has emerged....a sense of separation that will spend the rest of its life protecting it personal dream.
Not even suspecting that it actually never existed.
One day.....after many years.....you lay in your bed.....someone strokes your arm.
You feel a cool washcloth on your forehead.........and a damp cotton swab moistens your lips.
Your eyelids open..... the edges blur....the world swirls in warm colors.....and once again your baby eyes see who you are.
I love talking about nothing ...
it is the only thing i know anything about.
it is the only thing i know anything about.
Re: Baby Eyes
Wow... another beauty, dear One!toombaru wrote:You can hear your mother's heart beat........coming from above.
You resonate in your tribe's rich rhythms.
The tempo....the beat.......you will use these to string words together and create the story of self.
You were pushed out into a world of muffled sounds and bright lights.
You opened your eyes upon a swirling edgelessness......colors flowing....soft cries of joy....warm skin.......loving arms.......sweet kisses........
Over time they will teach you the names of all things and you will began to believe that you are the center of the world.
Your personal identity has emerged....a sense of separation that will spend the rest of its life protecting it personal dream.
Not even suspecting that it actually never existed.
One day.....after many years.....you lay in your bed.....someone strokes your arm.
You feel a cool washcloth on your forehead.........and a damp cotton swab moistens your lips.
Your eyelids open..... the edges blur....the world swirls in warm colors.....and once again your baby eyes see who you are.
(Reelin' 'em in 'agin', ain'tcha?


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