Honoring the Hush Within Me

I am safe in the not-yet

My stories pour from my pores
while they stretch
wide open

gaping like a slice of
ever-changing moon

These stories stream
from my mass of porous orifices
like spools of silk worm intestines

Unfolding
Unfurling
Stretching

in ribbons of experiences

They return
to wrap around me
now safe in their silence

Cocooning me in the
texture of their
current quiet

I am nurtured
I am nurturing
I am womb
I am whole

The tendrils of my being
retract from spaces public

to enhance my
space of
home

Coiling and curling
They corkscrew back into
my folds

Squishing unto themselves

Conjuring sensations of infinity

Honoring the painting that is my
present destiny

A hui ho,

Julia