Your belly pulse
is the earth Mother’s
heartbeat.

Press into yourself:
exit the breath, expire—
and sink,
sink down into
the consecrated center:
intense, dense, compressed,
the consolidated possible,
life engaged unto itself,
life drawing light unto
itself, life compacted to the
one still one point.

And press yourself out again:
be filled by the breath, inspired—
to live,
to live in to
the world that’s ever being born from you:
galaxies expanding, stars chasing stars,
filling, bursting the radiating joy,
life swelling beyond
itself, life exploding
light, life spiraling outward,
the turning world.

Your belly pulse
is the earth Mother’s
heartbeat.

The earth trembles
her rhythm
through us; our feet skip
along her surface
while beneath she beats
her molten drum.

© Lisa Sarasohn 2013