Wombness

Our womb.

The seat of stillness.

Land of creation.

Body of wonders.

Our ocean in motion, never seizing to exist, to merge and emerge, she breathes, to deepen our awareness, sink into connection.

We are but not, this body of wisdom, as she gifts red pearls, to sprout into life.

Her chaos, brings creation.

I started when my wombness, appeared.

I find myself in a bright garden of wonders.

I witness birds of paradise parading their fluentness, and the spring of deep red flows gently, at their feet, from which they drink.

My wombness takes me in, like a nest, me laying down in her warm embrace.

I find myself in a bright garden of wonders.

I expand into my golden self, dancing gently with the waves of liquid gold running over my skin.

My wombness takes me in, like a nest, me laying down in her warm embrace.

I feel embraced by the wonder that is life, that is me.

I expand into my golden self, dancing softly with the waves of liquid gold running over my skin.

My gold sparkles from me to the garden around me, and all is one body of love.

I feel embraced by the wonder that is life, that is me.

I am home.

The gold sparkles from me to the garden around me, and all is one body of love.

My depth emerges with ease and grace, I am all.

I am home.

I rise by this mystical mythical dance of life, emerging from my inner most being.

My depth emerges with ease and grace, I am all.

The gold sparkles from me to the garden around me, and all is one body of love.

I rise by this mystical mythical dance of life, emerging from my inner most being.

I started when my wombness, appeared.