Let the world hold you.

The father’s hands are spread beneath

your heavy newborn head and graceful spine, 

his eyes engaged in gentle reverence.

Hearts in coherence.

The mother’s hands tuck you into bed, 

following a long day of play,

and she sits beside you 

to hear your last words before sleep,

brushing a tuft of hair from your brow.

In looking around and within,

you see humans in awkward and desperate extension,

searching for safety.

But safety

is not the reason for your existence,

for breath, for the sweetness of falling tears,

the exhilaration of dancing feet..

Sense the structure of your body,

feel the ground pushing back.

While finding that deep rest, a voice rises-

“Drop into me. 

This is only your nest. 

You have broad wings,