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a place of power

By A.N.TiptonPublished 12 months ago 1 min read
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I am the black womb,

the point of creation,

the Great Mother

of all.


From my void

became thought,

which became a spark

and then


Into being.


In the absence,

the spark of light

illuminated the nothingness,





until light rays

bounced into

prisms of realities.


I am the black womb

from which

your divinity shines,


by the purity

of the eternal,

to give life.


A primordial birthing.

Giver of life.

For which

absence breeds,


a place of power.


This poem was born of the prompt of the word Absence.

© 2022 - A. N. Tipton


About the Creator


I am a Writer, a Lover of Books, a Mother & an Usui Reiki Master who loves to read & write & all things Universal. Words move me, inform me, inspire me.

Find me at Twitter: @iambeauty111

© 2023 A. N. Tipton

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  • test9 months ago

    Maybe you should not make a poem based on a Prompt or a word. Clearly you think about this void space a lot, and the mother, and her first thoughts. She is not just a mind. She has a physical nature. True, things take form the way our thoughts or sounds (or spirits) become flesh. What Mother Nature teaches us is that not just that it is creative but the how and sequence of things is important to life. Thoughts don't make anything. A single point of light means nothing. Unlike most of us, She is not separate from what She creates. Think about that. Reiki is a crock of shit.

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