The Wait

No! I feel a presence
just as I feel with my eyes closed
All around me
Am I drowning?
bound, tied
yet safe
and floating free…
How did I get here?
I forget…
Was I always here?
In parts maybe…
striving hard to be whole
as I float to find my bearing
and my body
and life itself
I hear the song of the universe
or is that now a lullaby?
so far, yet so near
Or is it the other way around?
There is darkness!
There is light!
And there is water!
For now, this is what I call Mother!

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