Birth

Feel the power flow in
and out - the beat
the pulse of life.
Connection stirs in the
creation around drawing
strength from wells
unknown and untapped
yet it lives in this
new life.
The pulse of the bees
the individual flowers
it all flows peace
and healing.
At the source in the
womb of being
reborn.
Sitting at the edge and
wanting to abandon
in the pulse.
To lay down listening
deeply to the
stream as it laughs
and flows, flowing
pouring, quenching
a touch of life
deeply born within.
The beauty lies in the
silent strength.
In the profound emptiness
which resounds again.
Connecting life force
with ground and
equanimity.
As all the Earth waits
in the profound pangs
of rebirth.