By Jessica
One breath lifts
A glistening golden membrane
Over my head
Opening like an umbrella
Tasseling down to the ground
Rooting into the earth
And joining under my feet
Each new breath
Inflates this golden egg
Expanding it to surround the world
Filtering the pain of humanity
With pulsing golding waves of light
I am safe within the layers of the membrane
At the core of this undulation of pure life
Tingling with aliveness
As I enter my womb garden
Here every medicine I need
Grows abundant and on time
Flowers whisper their mysteries
Into my nose
Nourishing my neurons directly
Light dances with the skin of leaves
Painting medicinal codes onto my retinas
Soft moist soil
Transmits earth wisdom
Through the soles of my feet
Guiding each step with invisible light
Microbes communicate with my mitochondria
Charging my action potentials
With infinite intelligence
Wombsong rises to my ears
From within
My vocal cords vibrate in preparation
I know the song before I sing it
My cells are hungry for its vibration
My pain, my hunger, the patterns of hurt I carry
Spell out the recipe for this medicine
Wombsong vibrates the leaves, roots, flowers, fruits
Transmits this recipe to the herbs and trees
They add their instruments, their ingredients to this elixir
Placing special orders for unique substances
With the mycelium network
To harmonize this music
Birds bring seeds from afar
Dropping essential ingredients into the garden
Unique instruments
That play just the right notes
Rhythms
Until this medicinal recipe
Blossoms
In a crescendo of satisfaction
Satiation
Fulfillment
Fruits swell within their young skins
At first astringent
Green
Sucking slowly warming juices up from the roots
Gathering, alchemizing, fattening
Receiving ever longer
Warmer
Kisses from the sun
Until streaked with color
Pink, crimson, magenta, purple
Until bursting with sweet juice
Spilling the sacred blood of life
Down my chin
I am a fruit too, they tell me
Plumping with age
Skin thinning
Juices thickening
Sweetening
Fermenting with the heat of brilliance
This sun that shines from within
Meeting the gaze of the moon and stars
Spiraling through the galaxies within my cells
Pumping the rhythms of life
Into the fabric of my organs
Each day and night
The sounds of cellular traffic
Pulse through my ears
Veins, arteries, lymph vessels
Delivering the sap through my trunk
Into the fruit of my words
The work of my hands
The sway of my hips when I walk
The placement of my feet
The drops of my blood
All delivering my own floral aroma
To the ground, the ears, the skin
Of fellow microbes in this great body
Of all that is
I absorb the nutrients from the birds, trees, flowers, fruits
Like blood cells absorb oxygen
And deliver it to all I come close to
I am a walking dancing singing
Medicine bottle
Keeping my own vessel alive
With this elixir I deliver
Dance and deliver
Sing and deliver
Drink and deliver
Sleep, dream, rest, deliver
Write and deliver
Touch and deliver
Love and deliver
Breath and deliver
This medicine reminds me
I need not be anything other than what I am
Perfectly crafted
For the purpose I am here for
This ripe message
Bursts with sticky, simple juice
Satisfying my deepest hunger
As it slides down my thirsty throat
Jessica Huckabay is the founder of the Womb Centered Healing Temple and hosts Writing from the Womb Workshops weekly. Learn more about this and other offerings by exploring this site.
Evie is assisting Jessica to publish her work online