I’m leaving the hands of God this day…
she has outstretched my soul to a fluid nourishing form.
I’ve been incubated in her gentle womb and the fall is on it’s way.
Spit me shiny
Drop me slow
Let me ride the Raven’s wings a moment
…I’m caressing the trees , and see that I am becoming
everything that I touch
Liquid reflection
Small in my adaption
I camouflaged myself on a face full of tears just now
Moving pass
Resting on grass
I ease my back onto a blade
and instead of dying
I have become 2 more
We withdraw…
scaling down
As seen fit…my soul feeds the flower
I was born the sky
and
have now
died
as the ground
© Copyright, Lela Cintron 2015
Photo Credit: © Colin Anderson/Blend Images/Corbis Royalty Free Photos
Response to our Inspiration Call on September 22, 2015
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