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
became.
Into being.
~
In the absence,
the spark of light
illuminated the nothingness,
dark,
beautiful,
safe,
warm,
until light rays
bounced into
prisms of realities.
~
I am the black womb
from which
your divinity shines,
created
by the purity
of the eternal,
to give life.
~
A primordial birthing.
Giver of life.
For which
absence breeds,
within
a place of power.
~
This poem was born of the prompt of the word Absence.
© 2022 - A. N. Tipton
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A.N.Tipton
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.
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© 2023 A. N. Tipton
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Comments (1)
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.