Following Inanna

 Following Innana

On the outward breath

I descend into a place of formless mystery

I am held inside the earth

inside the waters of the earth

a womb, warm, 

ribcage, chest, becoming soft and pliable, 

undulating bone.

I float with the waters of life, 

heart held in the embrace 

and support of ribcage and diaphragm.

Intimate nourishing dark, 

there's nothing to prove. 

Armor plating having dropped away, 

I fall into the breath's gentle arms, 

the flow of the underground 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 mystery of life, 

I am deeply nourished.

—Lorena Wolfman 9/2020