Visualize this, my child:
You are a beautiful infant. Tiny, helpless, red, wrinkled, beautiful. A
beatific and benevolent Mother picks you up and, as naked as you, holds you to her
breasts. There you hungrily suckle warm, reassuring milk from her breasts, the
Milk of Life; the Milk of Love. Her body is warm and pulsing with life. You and she are
You do not have thoughts, you do not even have feelings yet. You are not
aware. You only are. You are only ONE in warmth, in fullness. You/She flow
into ONEness. The oneness of bounty, of limitlessness. You are truly loved by
this being, this mother, completely, utterly, for no reason. You need do
nothing but BE.
You are completely naked and held safely against her nakedness. Smell the warm
moistness of your bodies together, fusing into Oneness. There is nothing
between the two of you, no blanket, no diaper, no clothing. There is no
rejection of your body or separation of skin-to-skin by impeding cloth. You
are pure, new skin on skin: warm, reassuring, close. As the Great Mother
intended. She holds your naked, wrinkled self close to her unclothed chest in her
bare arms. Your nakedness is not rejected. Her nakedness is not covered.
There is no rejection of your body by hers nor of hers by yours, of its warmth, of
its fire, of its heart-pulse. Your babyheart and her Motherheart beat as one
entity. You are ONE entity. You are of this being, made from her very
How can she but love you?
How can you be anything but loved?