BLOOD & WATER

Spirit and Flesh: The Trans-Rational Journey of Birth

In that first home of blood and water
Where my body curled like a question mark
In the final moments at the gates of beginning,
I practiced breathing.

My tiny lungs flowered open and shut, 
like sea anemones in tidal pools.
Each rehearsal –
Attuning me to the elemental gift of air 
I would soon inherit.

My body grew heavy with its own completion,
Each cell singing its readiness.
An ancient song —
Wrapped in spirit and flesh.

Fine fur of dreams fell away from my body
As pearl-skin began to reveal itself,
Like stars returning to the night sky.

On the ninth tide 
A primordial pulse broke through the waters holding me. 
In one last wild dance, the amniotic sea thinned
And I descended, like snowmelt
Into the valley of my mother’s basin.

I had grown heavy. 
Like fruit on a branch, ripe to drop. 
Intuitively following the spiral path 
That all life forms know -
The sacred geometry coded into our cells. 

Yet, my skull bones had unmade themselves 
Floating soft and free like water lilies.
Sliding and overlapping -
Mimicking the Earth's own birth story.

You see, 
The body, 
Is a prophecy of its own becoming.

Composed of cellular memory 
And primordial wisdom.

Ancient memories live in our unfinished, pre-emerging forms.

Allows the body to remember, 
What has not yet known.

Allows no-thing,
to become some-thing.

What does it mean to "know" something deeper than words?

To feel a wisdom rooted in the body, older than thought?

This piece touches on themes of primordial wisdom, cellular memory, and the sacred nature of life, suggesting truths that cannot be fully articulated in rational terms but are deeply felt in our bodies, and thus universally understood.

I’d love to receive your reflections, and perhaps parts of your own origin story in the comments.