Remember me.
Don’t run, sink in.
You were conceived
in the absence of light,
in the nurturing warmth
of your mother’s belly basket.
This temple didn't expel you,
but held you, in life’s embrace.
It didn’t shine with starlight,
just a muted, un-ceremonial
ray of the world’s motion,
seeping in through her flesh.
Summon my grace and peace.
I won’t swallow you,
I’ll free you.
I won’t cloud your vision,
I’ll clarify it.
I won’t cause you suffering,
I’ll relieve you.
The long nights are calling out to you,
inviting a return to the sacred incubator,
a visit to the shadows.
Feel me, I am longing for your touch.
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