In this simple porcelain womb, I can truly be embodied
Releasing my belly
Relinquishing my breath
Retaliating my soul
Remembering my spirit.
Layers relax, skin opening
days shrugging off
shoulders a little lower
breath moving, no longer held so tightly
sinking out of lungs
surrendering them to the rest of humanity.
Here
it is dark,
the sun does not allow you to move more quickly
lost
in a timeless room.
held in this warm liquid
(I’m reminded)
watching the flickering shadows
hearing the tiny bubbles popping.
Thats
when she comes forth to speak,
and i’m ready to
Listen!
all covered in rehydrated rose petals
-the tips of red cedar fronds,
frolicking on my sacred lawn.