I open the windows wide, and step into the shower. Looking
out with water cascading, I see the tangled mass of branches of the bushes that
crowd the house. They have the look of neurons, branching out. A seemingly
tangled mess, but carrying some mysterious knowledge of myself/ourself.
I reflect on the Serpent that surprised me on my door step.
She as alarmed as I, I stepped swiftly back in my home. And we observed one another.
Her solitude passing mine. She no less dangerous than me.
The same bushes I
look out on when showering, swallowed her magnificence, a Goddess close to the
ground. What serpents lie in my psyche? Serpent only strikes when threatened
and uses her magnificent venom to obtain sustenance. I am still not sure what
this means.
The fragrance of my favourite fresh soap, lingers. I step
out not drying to watch the sunset. Wet footsteps marking my floor. Summer sun,
water drying. It has been an illuminating day.
