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Mothers Milk...
Life is about desires from the day we are born.
From the first minute of our birth, our one desire
is for mother’s milk and it is driving our actions
and reactions. But if the result isn’t instant
gratification the outcome is pain and tears.
Pain visits in different forms... it can be
physical or emotional.
Physical pain can be like a wild beast
tearing and ripping at your flesh, its mouth
festooned with your muscle and dripping
with your blood. A hyena with powerful jaws
breaking and crushing your bones, all the while
having that look of satisfaction in its eyes.
Emotional pain is different. It strikes
the mind and the heart, with the skill
of the garroter’s ever tightening collar
of strangulation until reality fades.
Once reality clouds, uncertainty brings
fear and with fear the pain of the unknown
Physical and emotional assaults are constant
in today’s world. Certainly the physical, and the
devastation of the emotional is everywhere.
Each of us must have a special place that
we can go, a refuge from the weight of
the vague and obscure. A place certain
to us, known only to us. A place where we
experience that moment of birth where
our only desire is for mothers milk.
From the first minute of our birth, our one desire
is for mother’s milk and it is driving our actions
and reactions. But if the result isn’t instant
gratification the outcome is pain and tears.
Pain visits in different forms... it can be
physical or emotional.
Physical pain can be like a wild beast
tearing and ripping at your flesh, its mouth
festooned with your muscle and dripping
with your blood. A hyena with powerful jaws
breaking and crushing your bones, all the while
having that look of satisfaction in its eyes.
Emotional pain is different. It strikes
the mind and the heart, with the skill
of the garroter’s ever tightening collar
of strangulation until reality fades.
Once reality clouds, uncertainty brings
fear and with fear the pain of the unknown
Physical and emotional assaults are constant
in today’s world. Certainly the physical, and the
devastation of the emotional is everywhere.
Each of us must have a special place that
we can go, a refuge from the weight of
the vague and obscure. A place certain
to us, known only to us. A place where we
experience that moment of birth where
our only desire is for mothers milk.
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