Cradle of being

I fall into the cradle of being
Hands open wide, feeling deeply
I am paper thin and mountains deep

I tell you my story, about my oceans, my love,
loss, and grief
I am full of so much.

I am not the breaking point.
I am not those abnormal cells.

I am holding light, beautiful light.
Cherishing life, holding gifts of
generosity.

I fall into the cradle of being
healing, here, now.

– December 2013, May 2016

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