Beneath the Skin

Beneath the skin there are no words.
But there are answers.

The words are just the tip of the iceberg.
What's beneath is deeper, more ancient.
More sacred.

It rises and falls.
It ebbs and flows.
It swells and moves.
It bubbles up.
It sinks and it dissolves.

Beneath the skin we're not separate from nature.
We are weather, tide, animal, soil.
We're of this universe.

The words are just shadows on the cave wall.
To see you need to let the story go.