The Babe at the Breast, Behind.
A serenity deep and enchanting.
What could take one back
To the beginnings of life than
An infant at the breast of the mother

Squeaking the pleasures of contentment
As it is nursed and fed.
The growth pangs and the expansions
Of the contentment and pleasure
Of being fed.

The vibrations throbbing through the body,
The growth, real at every moment.
A premonition of the expansiveness
Life, available to all at every moment.
The innocence of life
At everyone’s doorstep at every moment.

The vast expanse of openness and being
Throbbing in the wobbling and the squeaking,
In the thrusting and the throbbing,
In the convulsions and expansions
Of the arms at the breast
On being fed, bottle-fed.

Those sounds, unique yet universal.
Wrapping up the time gap between
Mine and his or her own.
The Mother and child,
You on your mother’s lap
A universal symbol.

The circumstances of life,
Different for each, yet so familiar
To one and all, who had not yet been
Abandoned at birth,
For whatever reason.

If one has survived,
One has had the experience
Of being cared for, loved,
Fed, nursed, cajoled and consoled,
A bio-speech in action of being fed,
I am with you,
I am there for you, and your well-being
Is my contentment.

That oneness of the mother and child
In the suckling sounds
and blurps, and satisfaction, is eternal.
It is being in the Now.

The infant’s suckling comfort
A never-ending desire for more
 A symbol of desire in its primordial aspiration.
That someone is willing to give it to you,
The time, the attention you seek, and you need
To be fully fed.

Drink deeply and fully,
An eternal feeling of life in its pulsation.
The life throbbing, like the waves on the ocean,
The winds in the sky,
The galactic dust in its rotations,
Seeking to be born as stars 

A wish fulfilment
Of being “here” at “Savusavu”
After 25 years of an invitation,
A half-hearted attempt, then
A preventive blockade of nature 

The circumstances work out like
The play of stars and their flows,
Bringing you back to this primordial realisation
Of happiness, as ever available to you
An infant at the mother’s lap, arms and breast.