And my body feels it all,
Is joyful with it all,
Is resisting it all,
Is bursting through it all.
Please be with my body in this pregnant moment of such potent,
Tipping the equatorial balance in favour of bliss.
Please be with my emotions in this pregnant moment of such potent,
Tipping the equatorial balance in favour of bliss.
Please be with my thoughts in this pregnant moment of such potent,
Tipping the equatorial balance in favour of bliss,
In favour of bliss.
I know there is more and more and more and endlessly more in the happiness of this.
This birthing hour gives life to it’s death over and over and over and endlessly over again and again and again.
The body’s bursting through itself into itself.
The body’s bursting out of itself into I know not.
My body’s just bursting and crying out, Help!
Oh Jesus, I am of man, I am of woman, I am.
Oh yes, oh fuck, I am of muck, of wind, of sun and sea, I am.
In the crack and crevise I trust my rod.
Into the underworld and the dark I erect my staff.
Immaculate conception of the perception of new life.
In my womb I am born again and again and endlessly again,
bursting through this moment of such potent
credit: ‘Ayahuasca Visionary Art’ by Howard G Charging, flickr.com
