2024-06-10 - 1/1 - Entangeled

It wasn't. It wasn't, and then, like a supernova, It was. A perfect dance, a push and pull, a pressure. A gravity so grounding, encompassing and ever-present. It reverberated against itself in a repeating tune. It was akin to the universe, ever-expanding, enveloping and infinite.
Mother.
Though incapable of intellectualizing Mother as a concept separate from itself, doubtlessly, this is what It was experiencing. The togetherness; Entangled so deeply with Its identity of self that it was inseparable, unavoidable. A certainty.
It simply was.