Death and Birth

Mother of All Things
Holding space for death
Holding space for sadness
Holding space for creation

As we lay in the dirt
The earth embraces us
Holding us against her bosom
Out of the soil new life springs

The life that goes on forever
is within us
the life that we hold dear
is not us

Holding dear to the straw dogs
The figments of imagination
and losing our creativity
as we grasp on the illusion

The creative energy of life
flowing through my soul
giving birth to myriad
images and sensations

All will pass
All will ebb
All will flow

Let go
Let go
Let go

As the Mother of All Things
gives birth to me once again