Do you remember the sound
of the hips that cracked
to birth you
echoing all the way back
to the First Mother?
The ten thousand secrets
whispered into your blood
by every woman
that came before you.
The blessings of your lineage;
how to know yourself
how to live a life
how to heal.
The burdens;
how to hold your tongue
how to carry your pain
how to pass it on.
You look just like your mother’s mother’s mother
when the sun hits your face
and her voice slips through your lips
when you stand firm-footed
and say;
I remember.
You look just like your daughter’s daughter’s daughter
when the moon reflects in your eyes
and her voice drips from your tongue
when you stand firm-footed
and say;
this ends with me.
Don’t you realize
that you can midwife your own birth
as often as you need to?
Listen closely
to the pulse of silence
in the deep velvet of your womb
until you hear a gentle voice
that whispers
‘this is the way.’
Wonderful words. They carry me forward.
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