Friday, May 31, 2013

A Mother and Her colt...

he looked at the colt white
How his mother the mare
Who after giving him birth
Imprinted him
With Her smell...
Her exhale
She made into
The baby's nose...tiny nose...
Cuddling the same...
Loving him the ultimate...
Showing the tiny
That She was there..
She is...
She will be...

Imprinting him...
The colt...
With Her experience...
Her deepest love...
Her sense...
Her whirls on Her forehead...
Her Agape...
Her sublimity of Being...
A Mother...
A Source...
An Origin...
A tree...

he just looked at the two...
A Mother...
The Holiest...
And Her offspring...
A white little one...
A colt...
Yet to learn...
The ways...

But the Mother...
Hadn't She
Made Her imprints?
Upon him?

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