Darkness, warmth, silence
Contemplating eons of the soul
Then pressure, urgency, pain
Emerge into the world
Cold, wet, frail

Vulnerable, lost, afraid
Information flooding the senses
Then strength, memories, needs
Emerge into a self
Excited, hopeful, beautiful

Savoring, exploring, delighting
In all the wonders around
Then darkness, pain, silence
Emerge into nothing
Lifeless, cold, dead

by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

\(o.o)/...© Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit 2000 - Present ...\(o.o)/

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4 photos are from Simmon Coombes
The one photo of butterfly on flower is from Lori Howe

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