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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