He was left alone in that womb
With no means to reach out
To her who was carrying him
No means to comprehend
Why she would not hold him close and dear.
She knew he was there
But did not know how to welcome him in
She who loved him because he was
Could not bear to know him near
Imagination was his refuge
He clung to it for dear life
To this day he is bewildered
When it doesn’t turn into reality
Shattering his world
He is still waiting
Expecting her to hear his silent call
And come rushing in with her tenderest love
While she has long since left
True comprehension still eluding him
He lies curled up
Waiting
In an ancient cave of his own making
A cocoon spun from fibrous expectation
It once saved his life
It still feels like home
A home outgrown
The contractions have begun
Joyful Dharma of the Source 
That’s really powerful, Stefan—and painful, yet exquisitely beautiful.
Much love, Erica
Erica Elliott, MD Family Practice & Environmental Medicine 2300 W. Alameda #A-2 Santa Fe, New Mexico 87507 http://www.ericaelliottmd.com
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Thank you, Erica.
Miss you but – there’s a chance that I’ll come to Santa Fe at the end of August. Would you be around?
Love, Stefan
I’m touched deep inside. How difficult it is to understand even when talking about the situation and the feelings. Thank you for opening that much. i like to share the statement of erica: powerful, painful, beautiful, I cannot find better words. Much love too, Lis
Thank you, Lis. I’m glad to know that I’ll see you in Bavaria in just a couple of weeks. I look forward to our Sensory Awareness time together.
Alles Liebe und bis bald! Stefan
Perfect timing!
Hello George! It’s good to hear from you – and I’m glad I hit the timing right. Some time I hope to see you again. It’s been so long…..