embodiment meditation of a fig

I sat curled up on the porch in the strong Andean sun surrounded by fruit trees that welcomed me in to my self. A fig hanging low and sultry in the corner winked at me and I begun a slow descent into the best embodiment meditation I've ever had. My knees rounded, supple at my base I felt my spine arching inwards, my heart encircling itself, my skin growing thick and the deepest purple you could imagine the taste... a stem reaching out that held me, allowing me to hang playfully in the breeze. Chilling low under dappled leaves I heard the hint of thin bones in the wind the flapping of some thing that didn't need to acknowledge my existence. Feeling so sweet and juicy, encompassed by a thick indulgent skin, break into me and let me run down your chin, I'm flying high and placed so perfectly..