Womb

Metamorphosis through this eternal abyss...

My muscles' entrails aching for the splendor of a purpose worth remembering.

They crawl and bellow and howl and cringe to awaken in this dream's pursuit of actualizing potential in forever's now.

The path before me echoes with the ripples of choices past,
but I must go on to experience the fullness of this perfect circle.

The pulsating womb of existence naturally takes its course.

Storms arise out of the thinnest of airs,
and dissipate just as well.

Subsiding into the eye of this calm,
I breathe into and through the belly of this bewildered beast.

I Am.

Sun breaks through your horizon,
and we surf the tidal waves of chaotic union.

Molten landslides give way to the Elysian fields...
and paradise is found.