The Journey In

September 30, 2011

Rain falling in the deep of the night.

We lie in the dark.

 

We close our eyes and return

within,

to our genesis, our first home.

We are suspended in a space of safety,

of timelessness

and dependancy.

There is no yesterday, no tomorrow.

Consciousness lying in her depths.

Consciousness sleeping, waking,

dreaming.

 

Rain falls heavily, thundering

heart beats, wrapped in

warmth.

Returning to our home.

Float.

 

Slowly, thread by thread, you are

inscribed in the depths of

the mother.

Her heart lowing over you,

thunder rolling above you,

your rhythm.

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