It Is A Powerful Way

They want to take away the pain and the work and the individuality of labor.

They want to take away the magic where personal reality and liminal space births us into stronger mothers, stronger women.

Nothing has been gained by numbing ourselves and handing over our courage to a bunch of white coats who cannot read body without machines

who cannot hear the universe talk. 

Cause believe me 

when we are this close to the threshold of life

the universe talks. 

We still have the highest maternal and infant mortality rates among all developed countries

number 56 

despite the God complex.

All that they want us to have of our transcendence is a cog in their wheel that has been drained of its significance 

but lines the pockets of hospitals and insurance companies. 

Birth births us into mothers. 

We root ourselves in this human experience.

No one else knows the textures of the reality that is our labor 

and its rhythms that pull us through.

We are alone in this and we need to taste this bodily primal world. 

We need this. 

We need to see what is us in the mystery of things and what is man made.

This is one way we can claim our motherhood. 

This is one way we navigate a world that is inundated with electronically engineered pleasure.

This is one way we can show our babies and our lovers how to surrender and love and play in the divine lightness and darkness.

It is a powerful way.