...moving me with a sound....opening me within a gesture...
a baby loves it's mother with all of it's heart...and gives praise unto her...mother gaia...a psalm for every blade of grass...every breathe of air...but soon the baby shall grow...and realize that it is not its mother that gave it life...but its father...christ...son of god...his mouth is most sweet...he is altogether lovely...this is my beloved...and this is my friend...O son of Jerusalem....and the child now knows that it is his father that gave him life...and watches over him...and he loves him for it...this child shall offer sacrifices of the ego...and try to please his savior...but as if a poison time shall soon take hold....and this boy shall become a man...rebellious in nature...and he will no longer need his father...but will want to make a way for himself...a way pure of the taint embedded within his lineage...this boy is awake...and aware...and soon he himself shall become a father...and create a light all his own...and it shall spread all around...embracing those who might have moved...a bright shinning neon distraction...