I hold a lot of knowledge within me, I feel energies, having gone through many teachings and developed my abilities. But I lack the strength to be born, to manifest into this world, to truly act. I feel too comfortable in this state, as if I am inside the womb. I am ripening like a fruit. No. Not today, not now. I will wait until I am seen, appreciated, called, acknowledged, and noticed.

Or perhaps I have become an overripe fruit that now poses a threat to the mother? And I am the cause of the decay of what has tightly wrapped the comfort zone. I smell the stench of decomposition… No, but I haven’t yet absorbed her love, her blood, her warmth! I am a stone that depends on the heat of the sun. I am a lizard that moves only when its rays glide over my body and warm me. I dwell constantly in my precious past, and I always need external attention, the love of loved ones, the acceptance of the mother.