Timeless shivers suspended in tundras of chattering cold. Knots of heat finding channels to unleash torrential rivers carving a new way home.

Shame finds itself in the kind eyes of the witness and the organism unwinds into the presence of love. 

Unwind, my love, thaw onto the lap of the mother - warm, wide, so rooted into the web of interbeing that her breath is not her own. It's animated by the bedrock of tectonic plates and reaching hypha weaving us into a web holding us all with so much tenderness the clouds cry into puddles of sorrow.

Nowhere to go but to transmute into dew drops reflecting our humanity to each other - prisms of our true nature kissing our foreheads and walking us home.