One day, a new body emerged from a mother’s body.
Like fresh twin leaves pushing through rich soil, it was filled with the promise of what was to come.
The single scar etched into the mother’s body was proof that life continues its chain into the world.
As a river flows and foam forms and fades, human life too is a phenomenon of all things in perpetual flux.
The mother and child, unconsciously sensing each other’s warmth, appeared as the very current of life’s continuum — something we can never resist.
I gazed, with an empty mind, at one truth that simply was.