Living Cradle

 Living Cradle

Dr Abe V Rotor

   

A lady researcher from the Graduate School of UST, a student of the author, 

finds comfort inside the hollow of a tree in a mangrove swamp at low

 tide in San Luis, Batangas (c.2002)

Hidden craving in a womb the second time around,

     when in retreat to where we first came from;

comfort of a mother, comfort of nature, big or small,

     reminds us to keep this role always to the full. 

I imagine myself to be the lady in the hollow of a tree,

     among creatures that welcome her visitation;

I imagine myself to be the benevolent Brugiera tree 

     speechless in its joy to be the host of humanity.

Comfort our world never fails to provide the needy,

     or in joy, the common language of the living;

when carefree, in abandon, when mother and child

     are one, the earth and her children in unity. ~