Naked, vulnerable
strong, capable
all at once
I’m a living paradox
the pain, the joy
in my body, out of my body
I’m mind-blowingly capable!
Connected to the whole of Life!
A doorway to the earth
For her, my daughter
And she is born, fleshy and slippery
tenderly, reverently

Childbirth blows my mind
I am more than what I think
I am a threshold for all that is creative
I am the both/and
the physical, the spiritual, the light, the dark
My mind has nothing to figure out
anymore

Great Creative Force
Love, Life, Light
continue to flow through me
As if I’m pregnant

I only have to allow you
your course

Not to implore:
Keepers of humanity’s unfolding
why are we dying?
in this sacred act?

We are the world’s collective mirror
Reflecting the death of the feminine
in
every
divided
soul

but
with each soul
made whole
what we see transforms

And we give birth

All we must do is
Open
squatting, hands and knees,
breathing, moaning, finding our rhythm
Together

What is inside will emerge in the world

Birthworkers
Remember
Balance doing with being
You know how to surrender
From this place of your true nature
will your gifts
spring forth
and join with others

Think not in solutions
but in evolutions

Birthworkers
Remember
It’s not about fixing or fighting
It’s about conceiving and birthing

You only have to know what is yours to give
and give it with love

Birthmothers
shall rise
held in that embrace

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Dear Carrie, This is such a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing. It is so realistic and so heart-touching, keep it up. Enjoyed reading it. We mothers of the world, let's embrace the challenges and rise together hand in hand. All the best, Jampa

Wow. I loved "balance doing with being". This poem feels like a steady stream of consciousness. The midwife in me was cheering :)

Ynanna Djehuty Certified Birth Doula and Writer Email: ynanna@thesewatersrundeep.com Website: thesewatersrundeep.com

Yay Ynanna! Thanks for cheering! This is one poem that I'm continually coming back to, with more and more understanding that our outer world is a reflection of whats happening inside; and that all change will come from inner change.

The do-ing without the be-ing fall out of harmony with the whole.

xo Carrie