Rice cooks,
sheaths burst,
steam rises for sacral birth.
Seeds hold life
released by light.
Flowers unfold deep soul
in germination.
Such is life as it unfolds
From seed to crypt.
Genesis is not kind.
We break free of the organ &
in the pain of delivery,
engage in battle.
A crust of fear
enfolds the heart as
love’s armor defends
the wounded self.
We break through the barrier.
The heart wall collapses to tinder.
Pain dissolves as we prevail in labor
for our ascent to a new plane
swaddled with grace.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog
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