I am the Mother of the Universe.
I am calm and strong.
I am afraid and excited.
I am everything I perceive myself to be.
And inside me, a Seed, a Blessing, an Idea, a Child, grows with every passing moment.
I will provide all the nutrients for my Child to grow strong and healthy.
I understand that my Child will go through periods of sickness, but every time We heal, We become more powerful, more immune, more wise.
My Child will sometimes be defiant and angry, but I will do my best to guide towards the right direction.
My Child will grow into something magnificent and beautiful.
Learning every day.
Crying some days, smiling the others.
There will be love and heartbreak.
Joy and sorrow.
Birth and death.
Mistakes and learning.
And someday my Child will fall into a point of their lives, bearing a Child of their own.
Then I can take a deep breath, lie down and relax,
While I listen to an echo of my very own life unfold before me.
Slowly the sounds flutters into the distance.
Just whispers and wind.
I have experienced everything.
My mind wanders unto Dust.
Everything will be alright.