Mother and son…
Nov 6 · 1 min read

He put his head in his mother’s lap,
closed his eyes, and was lost.
He felt a velvety, comforting
restfulness, beginning to spread
behind his eyelids, and over his body.
He evaporated, and was in the womb,
once again. In that musical womb,
where he was, before the duality of identity.
