A home in the clouds

I had a dream a few days ago.

Soft, cotton candy clouds, holding me up.
Like a nest, homey and gentle.
Warm, blood-filled, veins criss-crossing,
a bed of pulpy membranes.

Inviting. Full of life
coursing through them.
Raw, like inside a skinned slice of orange.

Circular, round. Humming.
Unending, life-giving. Enduring.
Of give and take, of ends and beginnings.
From birth seamlessly to death and back.

An eternal nest of life.
Soft to touch. Vulnerable, fragile, delicate.
Strong to hold.
So I lean in, lean back.
I stay, and I look up into the vast blue above.

Crows circling gently, rhythmically.
Ancestors, looking over, protectively.
I am held. I am born.

One year ago: On blooming
Two years ago: Sparks of joy
Five years ago: So, is this a blogathon?

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