Close your eyes an open your inner eye:
I walk by my inner pictures
back to the womb of my mother
back on the way,
through which I came
with great power
and I turned in the light
My mothers womb,
my first home
in the amniotic fluid
I feel it now in my imagination:
from the placenta
are flowing into me
the power and the food
just like from my tree of life
I do feel it:
how my umbilical cord
my thread of life
is connecting me
with my source of power
Mother,
I live in you.
I am hearing
I am tasting,
I am feeling
I am trembling, when you are afraid
I am laughing, when you
are stroking me
through your womb
I am listening, when you are singing
and then, on time:
All around me in revolt,
it labours, it contracts
it works
it makes me angry
and – with one push
I enter in this strange world
The hands of the midwife,
the smile of my father,
the warmth of the skin and the bosom
of my mother receive me.