A woman's breasts are powerful beyond the casual and the longing to touch or suck them. The depth of them is nurturing. Seeing the world, and placing us in time is the deeper role of the breasts for all babies. It means one thing to a man and another to a woman. As a man defining the depth of Manhood the breast is the altar between worlds. She opens gateways, and becomes a medicine, (if I may speak like a Native-American man), and ushers and corrals emotions and energies in a way different from the powers of punany.
To explore sensual depths the mystery of the Sacred Feminine and the Sacred Masculine is a life-task and the Sacred place men begin their journey. The gathering together of our contradictions has always started with Mother's breasts in our mouths. From that vantage point her breasts fed us, and attached us to her, and later became memoirs of our early sensitive touching of the world around us. At the primal level we started to become men or predators. ~ Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
(photo of Teka)
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