Tell Me A Womb Story

Tell me a womb story

Tell me of grandmothers who weave cloaks of red for their wild and holy granddaughters

Tell me a womb story

Tell me of the tiger who prowls the darkness choosing her next mate with primal certainty

Tell me a womb story

Tell me of the injured boys who, for a moment, felt union with the divine mother in the depths, who asked you to hold some part of them forever

Tell me a womb story

Of the babies who could not stay, and babies who could not be born in this time and place

Tell me a womb story

Of the souls who passed through in fear or love, with wise helpers or saboteurs, an initiation into power or powerlessness

Tell me a womb story

Of seas travelled, of oceanic depths, of journeys taken into the cosmic subconscious of dreams

Tell me a womb story

Each one more beautiful than the last.