One Wild Word: Emerging
From a balloon of warm jelly I am squeezed into a paper existence. Dimensions morph, warm becomes cool and I’m here again. Something somewhat familiar but culturing all over again. Firecrackers, glitter, and static trace my eyes, flashes beam before my body, cloudy colors, blurry familiar voices all blend to create space for me. Still warm and dreamy, just more concrete and dry. I hear the steady beat of the blood blossom that has remained inside my thread of existence for as long as I can remember. The unbounded warmth I know as my origin cradles my cry, nourishes this new vessel of which I am here to feel life. Through cold I am reminded of my division and fragility for I no longer am fluid. I no longer am simply a bright light rosebud, swimming inside endless warm love and mystery. I am emerging; I have emerged. From the depths of magic and dreams, from the brightness of stars and sun, I am pieces of the cosmos taking shape in new, fresh form. A sprouting seed of a flower, edges pushing, pulling, stretching. Constant movement and growth; I drink in the familiarity, and assimilate the new shapes, sounds, colors I've never before seen. Already missing home, but so excited to taste tomorrow's air.
