It feels good to be unheard.. Alone & unobserved, Except by me and my chirping birds They wake me up in the mornings From my bone deep slumber
My breasts rise and fall Slowly and deeply, with every breath, I notice now, How I ebb and flow- An ocean of my own ; One with the current and pulse of the cosmos
I stop to catch myself in the mirror I look upon my features How they bend and turn Sharp edges and slow curves, So a lovers tongue, may rise and fall- A fractal of my own ; One with the make and design of the cosmos
It feels good to feel myself I notice now How I move and step A rhythm of my own ; Heart beating to the heart beat of the cosmos
It feels good to be alone I can feel now, all the colours of the spectrum I see now, deeper depths than before I can taste in my mouth now- honey and lemon and Salt and cinnamon I hear now- The music in my ears from the music of the spheres I touch now, mySelf- In my hips there builds a rising crescendo- A being of my own ; One with the bliss and abyss of the cosmos
I have been a flower Blooming every spring and dying every winter, Shedding in the autumn and singing in the summer - I was going through the motions Unmindful of the seasons Passing by without a pause to spot myself in my garden and admire all my flaws (flowers!),
It feels good to be alone, it’s when I’m most together - All the parts of me feel whole, when we hold each other- The garden and the gardener, separated no more. A creation of my own; One with the cosmos.
