I descended into the formless mystery,
like a child being held inside the earth,
inside its waters,
its womb, warm,
transparent darkness
ribcage
chest
becoming soft and plyable
returning to the beginning
floating in the waters of life...
heart held in the embrace
of ribcage and diaphragm...
intimate nourishing dark,
nothing to prove,
armor plating dropped away
into the the soft embrace of the breath,
flow of the waters,
currents of the heartbeat.
No need to take on any form
to meet the world.
No need to be a warrior or a queen.
Deep trust, floating,
face and head bowed into the spiral of the mystery of life,
deeply nourished.
—Lorena
