Breath in breath out,
The exchange with mother will remove any doubt
Food and water are for the children to take
though blinded by a book, the host they forsake
Risen gods or will rise for another
They hope for a solution but don’t ask the mother.
The question was derived from a soil floor
Yet they partition for answers behind an oak door.
“Sacrifice your pleasures for heavenly salvation”…that bounty is free through earthly meditation.
Those who don’t live by a word but live through an eye… sense the rhythm of mother earth, water & sky.