THE POSSIBILITY OF EXISTENCE

In the placenta-deep,

 a tummy dweller quietly naps,

 sending messages. 

The Madonna-faced fairy

 is still patient and kindly

 examining her belly, looking at it!

 Oh, the first, tiny chubby angel-germ 

of a new existence, is now sprouting its wings!

 Now in the heart's bliss it moves in

 thick stream-flow, 

Sends forth its pearls of true pearl, 

Rich and rich in content.

O little, blessed unknown guest, 

strange planets of this great world! 

- While in the cellular caverns

 of the abdominal cavity,

 like a glorious lamp-light,

 thou seekest and searchest

 for a possible way out, 

thy future mother's swan-hands

 she opens diligently and gently:

 now the celebrating soul begins

 a silent lullaby, 

offering prayers to

 Nature's gracious God! 

Joconda-eyed, blessed chalice of love,

 that hath lifted Being to the altar,

 With a shower of kisses, 

with prostrate humility,

 Thou hast received the hearts that love thee!

 A common Damocles fate hovers over us,

 that from the womb-house

 of fertile mothers we were born

 to being-the angelic babe now 

 yet cries, still more and more, and wails.

 Howling, he howls as he perceives

 the warmth and love of harmonies, 

curious to all. 

Love - and its appetite is still growing,

 like an instinctive food chain

 in the earned hierarchy,

 and greedily sip, nurse, the nourishing milk elixir,

 which are bubbling up as sources of life:

 like open, gaping wounds,

 from the craters of the n*****s of the bosom:

 the angel of selfless mercy comforts,

 babies and feeds 

Thus one-eyed child, 

and perhaps in the ineffable, magic moment,

 the revolving existence!

 Gordius's knots also seem simpler, 

all tactilely homely, realistic!