Birth

Birth

I was going through a box of keepsakes today and came across this poem that I had copied when I was pregnant with my first child. I re-read it today, pregnant with my fourth child and in my bones I know how true it is.

I pushed with every fiber of my being
and when I pushed past
what I had mistaken
for my limit
two were born
that which is no longer
capable of sustaining life
was readily discarded
my previous existence
and all that was familiar
had vanished
for better than a year
I sat cross-legged
on the steps of the temple
but now- the doors
of my heart burst open-
I am permitted entrance
I begin an intensive
journey in love, nourished
by an ineffable elixir
my teacher has arrived
and all that preceded
was preparation;
here at the center of life
my true practice begins



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