Emergence

The stone holds me in
like a Mama in her womb.
And the stone pushes me out.

Here I come from rocky void
nor chisel nor sculptor in sight,
only the Everything

that calls me to form,
and Gaia shaping my body
from hers.

First a beckoning invitation
but now a summons,
and I must      emerge.

©Susa Silvermarie 2023

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