it’s all about her.
zaida echo skyla dove,
i have typed these same down words before, when you stirred in my womb, while I watched the clock tick and wondered what it would be like when you learned to crawl. And now here with me, crawling yourself into everything, you say, "awake mama. i am awake. keep practicing with me, mama. it’s fun." It is fun, this practice of continuous renewal, eye-popping wakefulness. It’s like SHA-ZAAM! And then nothing more than a leaf falling from a tree today while you and I walked through the darkest forest and the wind almost knocked us over. Z, you are my little alarm clock, you keep waking me up. Forever grateful and with so much love, Mama.
“Are you God?”
Siddhartha replied, No
Are you a celestial being?
Again, Siddhartha said no.
You must be a wizard! The man proclaimed, sure of himself.
Once again, Siddhartha said shook his head and said No.
Well, then what are you?
The man had to know.
I am awake.
