Birthing

a poem

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Clearing, moving

Awakening, coming alive

A gasp of cold air, filling, rushing in, tingling, teasing the nerve endings

Wake up, wake up, the night air whispers

It’s time.

Alive and moving

Flowing in spirals

Twisting in circles

Finding the dance as life begins

Reawakened, brought to life on a breath

Knowledge released from its hidden place

The exclamation of surprise

The intake of acknowledgment

It was there all along.

This is her story, the tale of awakening

The narrative of becoming

The myth of a creation that cycles, echoes, and returns

Over and over again

This is the thread of birth.

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