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Down in the depths in what seems like fathoms below
there is a stillness, yet a calming never ending beat beat
beating, whiring and swirling sounds in my ears - yet
I'm just a little speck hiding in a corner!
The walls around make me feel secure and the area is nice and
cozy and warm,
My life line dwarfs me - but I feel safe, with it's never ending supply of the needs to exist in this world.
My existence is disturbed from time to time by a rocking
sensation and violent movements - but
I don't really mind as I still feel safe down here.
I hear sounds but don't know what they are.
I'll get used to them and recognize them as they become regular
and more familiar to me.
Oh! some one has been around here before so I am not the first
to discover this beautiful place; with it's smooth opalesce wall coverings!
There is light now so day must have dawned -or
light is coming from somewhere but -
I'm not moving for now, I'll explore later!
I doze for a while, something rouses me -
still feel safe and secure though.
There is no sense of time here in my little cacoon -so
I have no idea how long I have been here!
Must move and stretch a little, perhaps I'll change position
completely - head up, down, across sideways - hell which way is up or down - I don't even know that.
This is a world without care, knowledge or any worries at all -
a peaceful existence most of the time.
A great floating sensation of freedom -
a zone of oneness, my own space, secure and yet I know
there are ties that bind me to an existence I have yet to
experience.
Name, what is a name?
Identification, what is there to identify me? -
What was that? Something felt like a closing in feeling, a dark
object moved across the light shining in my secure cacoon. Perhaps
some one has found my hiding place and is identifying me!
Do I want them to?
Now I know, I am a new life - do I want those doting peering
eyes in huge faces looking down on me? Do I want to know what some one says is right or wrong? What are those strange noises, do I have to learn what they all mean? Do I want to be responsible for anything myself? Do I want the pressure of the life that is before me?
It's so beautifully serene down here - at least I'll stay for a
while.
[written by Lynette Armstrong-South Australia - when thinking
about her first Grandchild]
This little mite will enter our topsy turvy world some time in
the last week of April or first week of May 2002
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