I was told many things That have helped me to Make my way in the world. I was told stories about the Time of my birth
And of my lineage
The generations that went before me. I was told things about the earth How it came to be
How nature works
Its place in the universe. I was told about right and wrong Love and hate
Rights and responsiblities Life and death. And it has all helped me To make my way….. But Nobody told me that my Biological birth was only that
And that it simply created the arena
In which the birth of my Self would unfold.
In birthing my Self
I would be the one giving birth And the one being born – both. Nobody told me that the transition between Each stage of my development Childhood-Adolescence-Adulthood-Old Age Would be a contraction
That would propel me further
Along the birth-canal of my life. And that the circumstances
And events of my life
Are contractions also
Each creating the next necessary push. Nobody told me that in order to Birth my Self
I would have to meet myself All of myself
My darkness and my light. And that the birth of my Self
Is only one side of the coin The other side being what feels like The death of myself. Nobody told me that the Birth of my Self is essential If humankind is to Birth its Self.
The Self of humankind is essential If all of creation is to
Birth its Self. Nobody told me that the Whole of creation must wait…. And wait……
Until I eventually birth my Self. Nobody told me! Well I say nobody told me But There have been a few Wide-eyed visionaries Along the way Who have whispered it. And that has been enough.