An egg

I feel like an egg. Ok, that may sound weird, but that’s how I feel… as if something inside of me had changed me and so it has delivered me into a new place of awareness… And so, I am within this egg-shell… a soft, vulnerable layer that shelters me from the world. And inside that layer, I am still developing and arranging all I am and all I want and all I wish. The eyes, the nose, the mouth, the head… the heart… the soul. Inside an eggshell… Growing… Quietly evolving… Helpless but not so… Fragile, but not so… Hatching will come at its time, but not in an hurry… The process must be slow, but certain… So the outcome is perfect.