Reflections

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.