You have been asked to birth greatness
and your first response,
is to cry out for another.
Another person, another woman, another soul.
You have been called to birth brilliance
and so you search for a wise feminine;
a she sublime,
a she capable,
a she strong enough
to bear the weight of power surging within you.
You look around for the doula,
creativity dammed at your roots,
eager to flow through the vessel
of one fit to withstand its force.
You search for the doula,
until the message comes,
loud,
in your quietness,
No more humans.
No more humans.
No more other.
Only us.
Until the message comes,
for you to fall into your own waters,
and awaken her
overseer of life and living.
In your own waters is where you learn
that you are the she we need,
mother to the universe.
It, has created,
and you will birth
through the midwife of your earthly body.
You are here,
for the universe,
to continuously birth itself.
You,
are the wise feminine
and if only you would lay down,
loosen your limbs
and focus,
what will come, will come,
in all its magnificence.
If only you would stop searching,
you will see the hands at your shoulders,
light, golden, silver
at your steadied hips,
close, without need for touch.
You will see
what we all see,
midwife and mother,
the brilliance and the channel.
You will see, as you lay back
to give and receive,
the fruits of our invitation
for you to deliver everything
and more.