Descent

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