Incarnation – A Poem

Incarnation – A Poem

Incarnation, when your soul takes flight,
high over the cosmic sky; blue, black,
sometimes indigo, the heavens hold you
until you enter the womb.

Azure, the colour of the sky when my soul
took flight. My descent, the most ravishing
blue, I remember falling down in spirals. Then
there was fear.

Then, the heartbeat of my mother.

Belinda

June 26, 2019

 

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I remember coming to earth. I remember incarnating into this human body and life called Belinda.

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