Birth of a Mother & Child

A journey began in the depths of my core,

for I danced instinctively through an unmarked door.

From a union of two

And a yearning for more,

The flame gathered strength

A budding truth to explore.

The sacral center of being,

A spark burning bright,

Purging empty ego from this clouded sight.

And a light -

Shone a beacon of this view, anew.

My life, cut by a knife

to shape & mold the barren old

of whom once was a girl…

then woman… then wife.

Growth from within thinned the haze of the days of my youth,

As to clear the fear & the doubt

A small sprout…

So beyond, yet within me

Aimed to set us both free.

Stripped naked & weak,

Scattered pieces from the peak

Of what was real.

Now an illusion…

Now the fusion of two lives.

What of me survives the birth

of a mother as her child thrives?

A being emerges

From the surges of birth

& from it a purified woman’s self-worth.

Purges the path for her child to dance

his own Earthside miracle of mystery & chance.

The present presents in a spiritual realm

Gratitude sublimely abound,

   …blissfully overwhelmed.

Entranced by the purest of love to exist,

A mother is made from her child’s first kiss.

   … The past never missed.

And life forever divinely enriched.