Reflecting

Mother

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we were all once inside our mothers.

we lucky come to find the mother inside us.

a verdant valley between our legs,

birthing existence in a dream,

the father nowhere to be seen.

imagined only, his hard edge dulled by time,

inscrutable, like a Gordian Knot,

yet easily untied,

like a child with a shoelace.

a tot who's learned the place to pull

and draw the father close,

then slay the bull.

never pushing,

only pulling,

like the Earth pulls water,

life's magic is,

be no one's son,

but everybody's daughter.