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.