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.