Kharithana (Kri-Sta-La)

Mitochondrial Eve spinning the moon without interruption or supervision. Stars sail across the sky without time as she is both mother and midwife. Primordial Eve in infinite density. Infinitesimally small, a ball of power a witness to it all, as all abilities to predict the future break down. She was there with the molten soup; the black iron core glowing blood red. The syrupy mixture of elements spirit, earth, fire, wind, and water. Kharithana exhaled into existence into Lucy our African humanity. Silently witnessing the dawn of spring the azalea blossoms, the buzzing insects. Everything comes alive when Kharithana opens her eyes at sunrise to capture that moment when the first golden ray caps the mountain range and forms a lining. Thus when Kharithana yawns, stretches out her arms, like the big bang my heart becomes a beating drum, synapses snap and my quantum capillaries rediscover the meaning of life.