Sweet tidal wave burst into my insecurity,
I am one with open air perhaps I have understood
in life, how to float, fighting against the grain of gravity
pull me inside, I long not to hold my breath
I long to become one with your crescent and folds
pull me in, pull me in.
I wish to be granules on bottoms of oceans energetic frequency
emanating from the underworld,
entrapment is dissolved in the sea I am finally one with the elements,
I am finally one.
Before the 8 billion I will leave the imprint small
and I require small for it is in the heaves above
where my mother awaits, stars and indigo leaves for the bed making,
I shall freely choose my melody,
I shall freely choose.
For underneath all of the armour we are simple beings
longing and attempting to understand love in compliant terminology,
sprinkling our light and shadow into the uplands of mother earth,
but inside our core is made of slow-moving constellations,
hence there I belong,
there I belong.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019