Petals

She opens, and still unreachable. Soft and strong, giving life and protecting it. This is her essence – layers of hope, of earth, of ancient, collective motherhood memory. Warmth held in quiet chambers, instinct older than language, a knowing that lives in the body long before it lives in thought. She is threshold, she is shelter, she is the place where life gathers courage before becoming breath. Green plants are her first cradle, deep, patient, eternal, inside is still unknown. Petal inside petal, tenderness holding power, power choosing tenderness. She is not revealed. She is remembered.