Nearer the center of us,
Of our creation. Our home.
The energy rests, charged highly feminine
Highly creative.
Preparing to birth.

Near this point of One,
Where the explosion took place,
Where the energy to create begins again.
Here we arrive from a womb.
Emerging into reflection.

Here the Mothers love is experienced.
Here you see what unconditionally smells
Like.
Here you begin to see why all must be.
Well, as it is, always.

Here the womb births ALL,
And here we rest with our SELF.
None can give to the source of itself.
To take is indeed a fallacy too.
Mothers unconditionally love their
Children. And near You, she's dedicated.

To our time to witness,  she's pleasured
By our stance . She tells us to rest,
And stand, ride until you glide,
And have fun.
When it's your turn to rebirth,
Trust I will be the one to call you in,
Close to my bossom
And we will release, exhale and reunite.

All is well. Trust in the magic of love.