It is calling to me again.
I make my way inside, it's safe in here. A warm, glorious heaven. A breeding place for the world's goodness, the all-in-one structure that is me, and every last thing.
I am staying and I am not afraid...
Creating again and intending to get opened.
Open wide, I let the sea grow & flow inside my womb, the earth's heart-space, making it possible for me to be fully alone while I float eloquently.
I am made here, born to myself.
Fluid feeds my heart, pumping me, and the world, full of what it needs.
I could swim here forever but ...
It is painful, leaving and re-entering, but I am compelled to experience this coming in and out of myself over and over and over again. The door is always open.