We all mother
On the divinity of expressing truths from integrated wholeness
The thing is that we all mother. We all integrate, gestate, and labor. We all birth the expression that grew from The fertilized soil and the tendrils of our soul. We all create from co-creation. The part of us that was once enclosed: The word, a song, the way, a truth Surfaces into the light from the waters below. We all suffer during transition. We all grieve our former comfort. Baptized with our holy water Then purified by our ring of fire The Word has been expressed. The beginning of our new life was in God's womb Gestating in the cosmic mystery now borne from the loving whole. That Word, our word, was God all along. We all bear and birth our truths, A trinity made manifest from the untouched, the other, and the new. From the infinite divinity of our wholeness, we are born again. But only when we are liberated enough to will ourselves into life.
