To My Son, With Love Comments

Upon the bed, listening to the notes of crickets aloud, slithering from conscious to the unknown depths of the unconscious, I heard her whispering softly on my ears:

I am here, my child, right near to you, with my eyes upon you, fingers caressing you and heart throbbing for you! I can see the corners of your eyes still wet in my longing, but my son I let not the earthly eyes to perceive my formlessness nor times of those lives to measure my timelessness. I wanted my son to look deep within him, to feel my life pulsating within him!
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