The memory of my
children's mothers carrying our children refreshes every dry and hard spot
within me. It moistens who we were together, and who we are now in alignment
with our children, and grandchildren. It affirms life intangibly in a way
rhetoric, a new job, money cannot and never will.
Life is
precious.
I teach young
men that within their loins their children live watching their father live his
life. They mimic. They think about their fathers. They absorb. They exist.
Their presence should be guides to better thoughts, better actions. A man has
but one womb: his Sacred Dream, the why of his existence. To care for it is to
acknowledge his dependence upon the Life Giver of his life who has two wombs:
one receives his seed, and his essence. The other is her Sacred Dream: the why of her existence upon the Earth, our
Mother.
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