Birth by Manas MokshaSubterranean
maternal
cavernous womb
full of life
In it undulates
a great sea of amnyote
turbulent but nourishing
Life feeds
From its temperate streams
and transient swells
its opulent pools and cavernous valleys
The water and the earth
Form an empty vessel
and fill the fertile crescent
A seed that perforates
breathes life into stagnation
movement into stillness
each stretch now
it grows tawt
the vital tether
to her soul
Life
feeds on life
soaking in dark dreams
nourishing from her laughter and her sin
Floating through an eternal state
of nothingness
of no feeling yet
to be defined
Sustained by a rhythm of warm fluid
the pulse of transition
absence of color
full of unknowing
A kernal of tomorrow
floats
with the tides
and grows roots
Movement upon streamers
to a life of being
without seeing
in the violence of the sea
is calm anticipation
It lives
and grows with much intention
branching
with an arbor beyond all convention
Long before the soiled, wet diaper
the morning fog forms
above a glacial lake
Each drop of dew destined to reach
the far overhead morning skies
to huddle close and form
the dark and heavy evening clouds
The being
before its first tear
It is the spring rain from thunderous skys
the snow from powdered mountainsides
the melt and river runoff
the damp soil beneath her feet
the mud and dirt between her toes
the windblown sand from distant lands
the glacial spring water that penetrates her skin
It is the nectar from the fruited tree
the cultured milk from the farm fed cow
the mixed grain from the prolific field
A sudden dawn
and its time has come
moving to light as bright as the sun
Now drowning in red terror
suffereing a surfacing of sentient fears
a conscious independence
of impressions and cycles of her past
And in the that first tear
a self-defining moment bright
full of strange air
our future in the light
10/29/2001 Posted on 10/29/2001 Copyright © 2025 Manas Moksha
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Alex Smyth on 11/16/04 at 01:51 AM Very though provoking, an original point of view to express! |
Posted by Amanda Conlogue on 01/05/06 at 01:04 AM beautiful through and through, I especially like the stanza:
A kernal of tomorrow
floats
with the tides
and grows roots |
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