here in the darkness

here in the darkness

of my mother’s womb I lie

in fetal posture of vulnerable

trust enfolded

in the sanguine

of her sacred environ

a silent yet resounding

mixture of suspension and expectancy

where awakening and slumber co-exist, protected

from the harshness of the world , i curl

into the yielding softness

of the dark

and passively receive her

nurture while i grow

until at last i can emerge

into the light to bring joy

to those who will receive me

 

here in the darkness of my mother

earth I lie in fetal posture

of vulnerable trust enshrouded

in the humic envelope of her

sacred environ

a fertile yet feculant mix of death

and nourishment where dormance

and potential co-exist protected

from the harshness of the world, i curl

into the yielding softness

of the dark

and passively receive her nurture while I grow

until at last i can emerge

into the light to bring

joy to those who will receive me

 

here in the darkness of my beloved’s

arms I lie in fetal posture of

vulnerable trust encircled

in the tender power of her

sacred environ a gentle

yet passionate mix

of disclosure and discovery

in the sharing of our

pain and pleasure

where tears and ecstasy co-exist protected

from the harshness of the world

we curl into the yielding

softness of the dark

and passively receive its nurture while love grows

until at last

we can emerge into the light

to bring joy to those who will receive us

 

here in the darkness of my soul

I lie in fetal posture of vulnerable trust

enveloped in the calm

but frightening depths

of her sacred environ

a painful yet blessed mix

of anguish and revelation

where death and resurrection co-exist

protected from the harshness of the world

i curl into the yielding softness

of the dark and passively

receive her nurture while I grow

until at last i can emerge into

the light to bring joy

to those who will receive me

 

here in the darkness of this

life

we lie in fetal posture of vulnerable trust

embraced in our Mother’s arms

in this realm’s confused mixture of sorrow and of joy

where creation and destruction co-exist

yet if we curl into Her yielding softness

we are protected from the harshness

of this world

and we will receive her nurture while we grow

until at last we emerge into the light

through this dark tunnel of Her birth canal

to bring joy to those who will receive us
 

 

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