The Womb of the Mother ( a poem)

The Inipi was silent and the ground cool as the women entered.
The darkness wrapped around us like a mothers arms as the door was closed.

In the arms of the Mother we lay,
In the darkness of the womb,
The silence of the Inipi stirred my soul.

Round one brought questions,
Questions which I knew would be answered within.
The light in the darkness eased my uncertainty.

In the arms of the Mother we lay,
In the darkness of the womb,
The silence of the Inipi stirred my soul.

Round two brought an inner peace.
Prayers began forming in my mind.
The Ancestors held me safe and secure.

In the arms of the Mother we lay,
In the darkness of the womb,
The silence of the Inipi stirred my soul.

Round three brought the answers;
Questions which I had asked silently now complete.
My path now opened for me to take.

In the arms of the Mother we lay,
In the darkness of the womb,
The silence of the Inipi stirred my soul.

Round four brought completion.
I knew the path now, the plan formed within.
The answers I had been seeking finally shown in full light.

In the arms of the Mother we lay,
In the darkness of the womb,
The silence of the Inipi stirred my soul.

The door opened and the transformed slipped from within.
The womb of our mother had held us safe and secure.
The seeker no longer was seeking.
The hearts of all beat as one in joy and peace.

In the arms of the Mother we lay,
In the darkness of the womb,
The silence of the Inipi stirred my soul.

© KJ Deal 07.15.2006