Essence
A hypnotherapist once asked
In which place I felt best at
I went back in time to a massive cliff by the sea
The sun, the surf, and cliff, filled my little heart with glee
I found this same cliff, so imposing and frightening
The waves crashed furiously against its profile
Forbidding caves stood at its feet
I felt so minute compared to its mighty height
Regardless of how intimidating it seemed
I walked towards it, wondering
If I´d grown too soft, comfortable, and domesticated
By use of remote controls, automobile and elevators
I recalled someone I know who met a puma face to face
He stood his ground and scared it away with noise from his briefcase
That’s the way it is here, one must to be sharp and keen to survive
I wondered what I would do if faced with a jaguar
With trepidation I sat on the opening of a cave
As I read a school of crabs walked sideways
Hundreds of crabs blanketed the sand
By noon I understand, I felt at home by the cliff
I took shelter behind its rocks to undress
The same sun, surf and cliff, filled our heart with glee
Regardless of the places I’ve traveled to and things I’ve been taught
In essence I will always be daughter of the Sun
