buoyancy

There is.....a certain buoyancy in my cells..

It is as though they are all vibrating differently. Healing is sped up.

The true self, my real expression of Love and Being feels more tangible, holographically.

Deep within is the floating, waiting truth. To spend years in the world can easily add layers and coverings to this truth. Denial and repression often leads to more darkness and more limited movement of the truth.

She never dies, I believe. She waits. She impels. She invites.

I said yes to her silently. I whispered.

These days I can hear her heart beat within my breast.

Truth.

Always she was inside. Always she is.

She is the buoyancy. She lines my feet bottoms with Love so that when they touch the Mother I am embraced. We know we belong to one another.