I journeyed into my womb
and there I met Gaia.
She pulsed with the wisdom of the ages
and with kindheartedness she gifted this knowledge.
She told me forgiveness doesn’t exist
for there’s nothing to forgive
when one acts from right action.
I watched as in abundance she fed all her creatures
just as my breast
is constantly meeting the needs
of my babe’s changing body.
I danced on her fertile dirt
and couldn’t help but see the interconnections
for what I do to myself, I do to her.
I merged with the rains of compassion,
and empathized with each soul.
I drew in the scents of the soil,
and deepened the collective remembering.
I waltzed with her tireless hymns,
and rejoiced in this ever changing symphony of sounds.
I morphed with the beating sun,
and drank in etheric cosmic dust.
I journeyed deeper into my womb,
and found peace,
and became pure contentment,
and folded into time’s dimensions
to become one with all of life.
In my womb I found all
and all found me.
illustration by Laurel Haran