Let yourself sink

Down, down, down

Into the cool, wet soil

linger for a while,

meeting for the first time the rhythm of your own breath

Wrap yourself in roots,

Cover yourself in moss,

Maturing under the earth

Decompose the parts just barely hanging on

Stay until you rot

The tendrils of twigs and vines dissolving the remains of an old, tired shape

Foregoing what isn’t

Into what can be

Reborn

—Rebirth