-To be light-
I float
As a lily pad would -
A passenger on the rushing back of a river
Going places
Without any knowledge of what it even means to move. 
Here I lie
Suspended in a liquid tincture
Prepared with the desire to cleanse
To wash away
Scented with orange and sandlewood
Peppered with crystal salts
A self created amniotic fluid
Here I soften
Limp and deboned
A vessel
Soaking in itself
as my layers peel off into the viscus surroundings
I close my eyes
Head thrown back in a brutal acceptance
The sounds of the world shut out
So that all I hear is my own heart
Beating back at me
Through the close knit molecular bonds of the water
I let go
The day washing away
And I wonder-
Here I am
As though in a womb
About to be Birthed again
Will I be a new person?
Will I finally be better?
Or is this lump of flesh
This sack of blood and bones
With its ripples of sensation
And the zingings of electricity
That pass in waves through a complex neural network
All that I am
A machine composed of a million billion cells
Which birth and die each day
Never new
Never old
Never good
Never bad
Only there
Each sitting in blissful ignorance of its neighbour
And going about its existence being me
Without even the vaguest thought
As to what that might even mean.
Me.