The mother is celebrating the birth of a time in this
beautiful planet earth.
The birth is a process, so also the celebration, a beginning
always never an end.
Within the womb lies an universe where two eyes
illuminate like stars
Where imagination is in search of wings and darkness gives
birth to celestial light
The womb is the temple of the child-God.
What else life is if not a soft pious feeling and a silent
prayer with folded hands and closed eyes.
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