The Lotus eaters believed that the end of life was contemplation and not action. Action had value in only making contemplation possible. Every thing in the universe had capacity for responses; the division of phenomena into organic, vegetal, and sentient is artificial.
Hence the metaphor for “the Tree of life”, the miracle of photosynthesis, producing oxygen and food for man and beast alike. Like the limbic tides the ebb and flow of of many obstacles and unexpected turns of life are depicted by the branches searching for sadness and isolation; extending the mind centre upwards enhancing the abstract quality of space.
Woman and the womb are the centre of the Universe.With the rhythmic movements, the constant tireless circle of creating, our various bonding to the umbilical cord of life,leading to sustenance and bliss.
Like the many layers of the onion which when peeled bears the concentric traces of the solitary isolated circle of feelings that are projected in our minds.
We have relegated our cosmic mother to the realm of shadows, where the sounds of silence and tranquility emerge. A sojourn that has driven her into an inner spectrum of the panoramic perspective.
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