My eyes are closed,

hair floating freely in a dark halo around my head.

I am buoyed up on warm currents - the

gentle nudging hands of this female element

flow all around me, beneath me, framing

my face and encompassing my Self.

This place is the freshwater womb of earth.

A spring perhaps welling from her tears?

Her breasts? Her thighs?

I am where land meets sky, and daydreams

sun themselves on mossy, green rocks.

The Wild God is near to this place.

His horned and bearded face peeks out from the trees.

Sunlight pinks my cheeks with his warm presence.

Here, I am free.