As I fell into the immaculate spiral of being
I found, in light, the stunning sensation of meaning
I lacked only the need to articulate
For I was the Love, the Pain, the Hate.

I was rocked, gently in a morphous womb,
Swayed and cradled by the room
She held and sung me lullabies,
To my fears, I said my goodbyes.

I opened my chest like a double-door,
And absorbed the sunshine, evermore.