a baby less than a year old

Today is the International Family - Day 

Family 

baby 

i hear words

i repeat words i hear

such as mama mpampa yaya 

but i see no difference

for me all words mean love

oh another expression of love

and another one 

and another one

through each seemingly different word I just repeat

love love love 

love

i am love and i am surrounded by love

i see silly movements, face expressions, gestures

i dont know anything but love

i swim in a universe of love

as I exist here, you rush to teach me discrimination 

duality and separation 

you rush to teach me

likes and dislikes

you rush to teach me, with your behaviour

when you do this i love you 

when you do that i dont love you, i turn my back to you, i dont hug you, i reject you 

i resent you 

this is so silly 

im made of love

i know nothing but love

and thus you try to teach me separation

words and concepts from the world of illusion that lives only in language 

 

soon i forget 

with the sake of repetition 

how many times i hear 

if you dont eat, when i want, how i want and so on, i will not hug you and love you and take care of you 

i will neglect you, put my angry face on, punish you and forget you. 

soon i learn to forget i am love because i need those hugs

more than food and shelter offcourse

i need your acceptance

you blackmail me to take away all the things i need to survive

to teach me how to be in this world. of your projection

and i promise to forget 

to remember when i will be strong enough 

for this body to be strong enough

you teach me to identify with the body 

you insist on forcefeeding me 

on making me sit a certain way

not allowing me to move and explore the world, with all its shapes and colors and tastes!

oh i love exploring the world so much!

its just an expression of love!

look in how many ways shapes and colors love manifests!

look ! another shape of love !

look!

another expression of love!

and i dont understand the words you say

i only see love!

soon I will learn to forget

to learn to remember again a few decades after 

or less if I'm lucky enough!

I sit and I observe 

a baby less that 1 year old, maybe 10 months 

he/she smiles! so pretty and bright! its just an expression of love. 

surrounded by love

with silly adults trying to teach it manners

how to love, who to love, and select 

a false idea of love

the baby knows already nothing but love!

it is made by love 

it is love 

not the word love. 

I watch the baby 

I watch the adults

 the universe teasing itself 

tricking itself into separation 

once again. 

to experience again 

to learn 

to forget to remember again and again