Venus Speaks

A soft light begins to pulse in the darkness. Tender, delicate, pulsating light. There is life here. In the dissolving, the nothingness, something new is born. The gasps, the inhales steady into rhythmic breathing. There is sweetness in the air, the taste of jasmine and sweet peas. Here in the dark, the dark is breaking open. On the other side of death is life. On the other side of dissolution is regeneration. Soft, delicate, alive. She opens her eyes and smiles.