How soft we are coming in
On a wave from the Great Mystery
Deep profound
Like moons made of paper
Our first cry the sunrise striking the world
With our body's entrance
Everything is moved /changed / opened
And then closed again as we sleep against
The ribs of our adult creature
Who pressed us into this world
Like a flower aching for sun
And you come too / now
From your wilderness of crimson
The inside of her body
Your home
You cannot return but your skin and flesh is hers
And not as much his
But still he resides in your blood....
Moving in constant flight I hold you here tenderly
Wanting you to know this is wholly perfect - this world
I understand your place
Now the world will open
Its greatest treasures for you
Where you must find your own face
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