New life begins,
And if left alone, he crawls to his mothers chest.
Inch by inch he crept, towards the smell of Her.
If left alone, he will suckle and be kept
Well. Secretions of liquid gold will
Give this young babe all he needs to grow.
Mothers milk evolving as
His needs change.
More heavy on the immunity
In the beginning.
Protein and fat highly prized too.
His brain will activate on time
As he's held, and he'll be prepared to be a warrior.

His strides will carry him across
Her Mother, the birth space of Her womb.
His own home.
The sounds there are tuned to his heart beat. Time in utero necessary.

His strides tell us there are no internal miseries.
Only choice, blasted epiphanies!
Only choice, it's the truth I see.
Our Mother is choosing her army.
She's aligning great luminaries,
Great bright things,
That clear the fog.

She over grows to nourish the soul,
As she nourishes the ground.
Each level balanced out.
We among the stories.
Creating our story to be expressed in our genetic code. Set in forward mode already, no reverse, forward only.
And the past still does it's thing.

Her milk responds to her babes calls.
Many of us are calling home.
We are asking for God to bring forth the light of the heart.
To expand the height
To retract the dark.
Recognizing Her cycles.
Knowing they are infinite.

All things have cycles.
We choose our steps.
Mamas always got our backs,
Though. And since plants are built like us, they are easy to assimilate,
The bond vast.
Our Mothers milk, adjusting to her
Children's calls. The hormonal shift.
The talk of the hearts.