|A Woman's Tarot by Billie Pots|
It's like slipping away from the shore, never having known I was borne upon liquid, watching a smaller world that does not follow, a steady row of tall grass and rocky weeds moving away from me at a measured rate.
My mind is winding down. I stop it often, when it starts. Bliss finds me, scours me with a liquid flow, again and again I sigh.
My breath sustains me. A continuous process of life. The most essential of all that is most sacred.