girl in a bee dress
Every midwife knows
that not until a mother's womb
softens from the pain of labour
will a way unfold
and the infant find that opening to be born.
Oh friend!
There is treasure in your heart, it is heavy with child.
Listen.
All the awakened ones, like trusted midwives are saying,
welcome this pain.
It opens the dark passage of Grace.
Rumi
celebrating the mother and child
within us all.
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Lovely photo and Rumi quote is fantastic ~ Happy Mother's Day to you and lots of hugs ~ ^_^
Posted by: Carol and artmusedog | May 12, 2013 at 08:54 AM
What a marvelous poem you've shared today! Thank you Rebecca! I love visiting you for nourishing words and for the love than emanates from your posts!Humming
Posted by: WabiSabi | May 12, 2013 at 10:31 AM
Only Rumi could romanticize labor like this.
Posted by: annie | May 12, 2013 at 01:37 PM
I am here
Posted by: Deb Taylor | May 12, 2013 at 01:57 PM
Dedicated to all the mothers..
Went around
yet never found
any other
like my mother..
God bless!!!
RS
Posted by: Ramesh Sood | May 12, 2013 at 10:10 PM
Ah, so beautifully written. I'll be back to Postcards soon.
Posted by: Fran aka Redondowriter | May 13, 2013 at 12:00 PM
what an incredible paingint/image...
exhausted from our family fun but filled.
hope you enjoyed your mom's day my friend.
x...x
Posted by: Stephanie | May 13, 2013 at 12:13 PM