Designed for Birth

Joining ripe

Sperm burst forth

Surging for womb

Your juices excite his seed

Passionately seeking their Queen,

Womb massages them toward Her.

The Royal One

10,000 times larger than his seed

A thousand enter your tubes

A mere fraction burrows through the Queen’s corona

Teams intent on piercing the citadel.

Finally… one, only one, and only its head,

Penetrates the inner chamber,

Ecstasy merging with Her.

Mysterious alchemies,

Intellect awed by chromosomal complexities.

Trust me,

The miracle is any child is ever born.

Tubes undulating, gentle waves of fine filaments

Carry the Queen,

Towards the nurture of your hidden nest.

Science labeled it “the uterus”,

En Español se llama “la matriz”

Matris, Latin for mother,

You - the matrix drawing Spirit into form.

Su matriz with her rich crimson velvet lining

Receiving sixteen identical cells

Burrowing deep into your soft blanket,

You might notice a tinge of blood.

Deep in the dark,

Sheltered from this world,

A teeny yolk feeds the new being.

An engineering wonder forms,

Science labeled this “the placenta”,

Nourishes your rapidly developing unborn.

Five moons,

Quickening,

Life wriggling inside.

Soon others feel it too.

Bonds deepen.

Nine moons,

The orchestra warming up,

Juicier, more sensitive,

Withdraw from the distractions of this world,

Instinct guiding you

To the Silence…

Ten moons,

Your babe signals “It is time”,

The rhythmic waves

Encourage your child down,

Womb’s opening melting away,

The pace unique for you and your little one.

Sway and breathe

The ebb, the flow,

Remember: the waves always ebb

Your motherwork,

Surrendering to ancient forces.

The womb’s opening slips over your child’s head

A mere four-inch journey remains

Not a narrow tube

Hidden folds of pink flesh

An accordion design opens,

Massaging the fluids

From the unborn’s lungs,

Readying for air……

If this is your first,

You push your babe down three steps,

It retreats for two

Gradually opening…

Intensity building …building,

Follow your body’s ancient wisdom.

Sweating,

Stretching, stretching, pressure, so intense!

The ring of fire is upon you!,

You hear yourself cry out…

As your babe wiggles into our realm,

Warm fluid baptizes.

Your loving hands reach down

Nestle the little one between warm breasts.

Pain vanishes,

Relief, joy, maybe ecstasy wash over you,

Each wide-open for the other,

The other they need.