Listen

poetry by Mia Mabanta
art by Mataji

Listen Mama.... Although, I do not have words my touch carries all you need We communicate without words... Just a timeless, ancient knowing that has existed in that mysterious thread that linked us to the beginning of consciousness No words, just Being A profound listening of touch, awareness, warmth A different language A look, a caress, a feeling, connecting us Shhhhhh... no words! Touching-- we already know that we belong. No quests for why we are here striving for impossible fantastical conquests, journeys, places... The essence of all our Why's is right here. In this moment all that we have struggled to understand is understood. Shhhhh.... listen......