Something to be acknowledged. Something to be felt. Something to be nurtured. Something to be loved.
I stand ready, prepared for another tide to hit. Wash over me. Your waters open my vessel and cleanse my soul. What is fear? What is longing? What are hate or jealousy but limiting constructs of an unforgiving world? Stagnation can't hold its footing here as each wave crashes. There is a spark of remembrance. Memories of freedom. A child-like innocence and carefree nature. Excitement. Reverence. Peace.
From my womb, I'm taken on an unending voyage across many seas and many lifetimes. All of which have pooled together and coagulated into that which I am presently. A body of blood, bone, and beauty. A temple offering safety, soundness, and serenity. A being of light, love, and laughter. A beacon of hope. I shine to be witnessed, if only for a moment. I bleed and feel whole, if ever I feel broken. Powerful insight flood me with faith and courage. I am filled once more.