MOTHER
Mother was an anarchist.
There were no laws, neither me a Laughing God wasn’t of any authority for her. She was doing her life out of compromise. Her hands were the most precious tools, her eyes and her ears the only teachers. Her mind was the only one manager of her reality, and her heart was the only judge of herself. The only transport she was using all her life was her feet and her back. Mother was very creative women. She didn't know about any limits in this matter. She was dancing, singing, meditating and creating her world with constant power. She knew the herbs like she knew to take care of the plants. The animals had a trust on her. They protected her, and they did care for her more than she would ever need. The times I shared with her were glorious. But one day she turned herself in to the ashes, and before it had come she asked me, with the words already pronounced from the stars, to bring her back to the tree where our love had been materialized. So I did. However, her path was rolling to her last beat on the earth through many adventures, many summers and many winters, and many of them she did share with me.
We had a sumptuous breathtaking, the tender full encountering of the two who were waiting for long time the first seeing of each other face. Mother was seating between the roots of one old and giant Oak. She was holding on her breast a child born from her a few sun blinking before. The both of them covered with white, blue and orange sheets were watching them into the eyes, they were exploring with their hands the shapes of them. A young woman was shining the mysterious light around her and her child. The child was playing withher long hairs, with her lips, with her nose and with her hands. I was amazed by the beauty of my mother.
Her eyes were hypnotizing with the colors of the sky turned by the waterfalls of the crystalline energy and contrasted with the green secrets of the deep jungle. The myriads of the universe images were tacted with the violet and magenta thunders of the racing stars. The awesome wisdom was dancing with the craziness of the endless curiosity on the landscape around her irises. And those irises like the black holes of the cosmos, large, imperturbable stayed forever carved in the bottom of my heart where these beautiful women left her evident maternal imprint. Her being was the calm over the worries of all beings. The perfect symmetry of the shape of her face was disturbing for those who believed them the most arrogant. For me, watching those perfect lines of the life expression reminded to me a taste of the milk I had from her breast. Peace, strength and indomitable determination were framed on her front, clear of any wrinkle. The principle of her mind was readable there. She was a natural beauty for herself. She was the only proof of enlighten existence for herself. She was the image and its reflection reintegrated. I touched, with my finger, her skin and her lips. The receptors of me were discovering her nuclear matter shining the full color stardust. I loved her lips. They were a pleasure which initiate the process of procreation, full of vibrating blood they were pulsing the tact of everywhere and of everything. Those lips made me. They let go out the words, which encouraged the eternal code of the rebirth to make her pregnant. Those lips kissed my lips when she lifted me up for a first time from the earth where I landed after I decided to go my journey out of the matrix. Those lips were warm and tender full, they transmitted all best feeling from her to me. I loved her from the first instant she kissed me, and this love I've kept forever.
The Sun was watching us through the leaves of the Oak. He was particularly curious, this is what mother said " it seems that the sun likes you, he is all the time on your face..." she had for me a smile and two very rounds, very fulls breasts which I was going to suck till the last drop of the precious feeding.
Mother did know how to make this food the best taste and the best energy. I have got from her breasts all the finest informations she collected while exploring the world.
I have got the very secret knowledge about the plants and about the herbs from the first instants of my being on her side. Mother was a human who decided to be a woman. I had many opportunities to learn about it, actually from the first days of our together. I saw all the lines of her shape, all the contrasts of her skin and I’ve felt her worm breath going straight to my heart. I had peace and tenderness from her. I’ve got from her the answers to all my questions. I penetrated the world walking my path she did let me to choose. She did walk never the way to make me follow her. She was behind me adjusting my steps, suggesting the options to cross the difficult land, and I felt her supporting hands on my back. She pushed me to swim on the deep water and to jump on the rocks.