In the profound darkness,
I touch the face of the star-filled Medicine Bowl.
The night sky opens unto me…
Creation courses through my woman form,
The pulsating light of stars dance,
Animating the male within.
My senses scream with aliveness.
Exploding stars light the fires that border this path
Of rapture, still becoming.
The womb of night sky beckons,
The silent birth of that which has not yet taken form.
Diving deeply into the Void,
Without any comfort or guarantees,
I learn to trust the eternal process.
The beauty of emergence is a mystery
That I can joyfully endure,
Knowing that it will bring me home.

Jamie Sams ©