Rumbling in my womb
not a noise-the feeling of
forces slowly congregating.
I feel the power gathering in my eyes,
in my ears, streaming through my body
sharpening my perception.
Hours of increase
the rising tide, methodical lapping.
waves of birth energy
flooding my being.
I'm afraid of drowning
losing myself to this
vast ocean of strength
threatening to overwhelm
what I feel as familiar
experience.
My lighthouse
the gentle soothing eyes
of my soulmate
guiding me out of my turbulent sea.
my quaking and shuddering
body of waves
giving birth.
Something happens
to one on an ocean
surrounded by waters
alone
where there's nothing to relate to but
tremendous
undulating movement
The mind lets go
Identity sinks away
until one becomes what is percieved
the endless, timeless, seething
force of ocean.
One's former self
slips away.
The waves of birth
for hours
jostle me
I too, reach the transition
like one on the waters alone
where the enormous will of nature is
All that I know
All that I feel
All that I am
drowning out my former self.
Expansive, deliberate
Force, I am
delivering the child
Quaking, bellowing
heaving, erupting
releasing all.
She is born!
She is born!
slippery, wet and silver
turning to glowing pink
She is Born!
Author Unknown
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