Absence

Black Womb

A. N. Tipton
Write Under the Moon

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Image by mike lacoste from Pixabay

I am the black womb,
point of creation,
Great Mother
of all.
From my void
became thought,
which became a spark|
and then
became.
Into being.

In the absence,
a spark of light
illuminated the nothingness,
dark,
beautiful,
safe,
warm,
until light rays
bounced into
prisms of realities.

I am the black womb
from which
your divinity
shines,
created
by purity
of the eternal,
to give life.
A primordial
birthing.

Giver
of life.
For which
absence
breeds,
within
a place
of power.

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© 2024 A. N. Tipton

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