When I woke into my human form Nothing did I know nor did I speak But suckled at my mother's offered breast. I do recall the cry into birth But nothing more, the mind quiescent lay As if asleep or in a somnolent haze But soon the body moved and the joy of touch Awakened in this still unconscious mass And then a love was felt and human eyes Looked into my barely awakened sight, The power of the mind still withdrawn. I am older now, the years have sped Over the landscape of my human soul, The body weakened by the tides of time. Yet I am young, there still is much to do Attending to the magnificence of light And offering to Mother all my days.
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