Being born [PHOTO WORK & TEXT]

“Darkness gathers, breathing ice. The delicate heart closes behind her gray blinds. I’m all alone. Am alone. Am all one. All one. One.”

Being born

Every now and then, you’re overcome by a feeling of loneliness. You forget who you are. And where you’re standing. The world passes by in a blur. Disconnected. Displaced. You wonder: what’s the point of all this? Going through the motions. Where’s that spark of life gone? You’re conscious of all the responsibilities you have, pressing down on your shoulders, but not wanting to rest. Darkness gathers, breathing ice. The delicate heart closes behind her gray blinds. I’m all alone. Am alone. Am all one. All one. One.

I feel the blistering ground beneath me and know I’m being carried. The earth, that always was and always will be, is here. She feeds me, fulfills me, gratifies me. So potent and strong. Brought up in the primeval soup, surviving storms, she gave forth life, and I always forget. Almost always. The spirit breathes life into us, but she gives us balls. Building houses of clay, making snowmen, swimming in the sea; you make it all possible.

All I want to do now is to honor you and thank you with all my heart. For your unconditional love that I feel when I really dare to connect with you. Pay homage to our ancient connection. My heart is overflowing with pure happiness and abundance if I allow you in. Forgive us our ignorance, stupidity and insanity. I trust you, unconditionally, and allow myself to be born.

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