womb

We say we love self While pimping out our pussyYet, our wombs scream help.

Her body accepted my brutal seed and took it to swell within, just as the patient earth accepts a falling fruit into its tender soil to cradle and nourish it to grow. Came a time, just springtime last, our infant child pushed through the fragile barrier of her womb. Her legs branched out, just as the wood branches out from these eternal trees around us; but she was not hardy as they. My wife groaned with blood and ceased to breathe. Aye!, a scornful eve that bred the kind of pain only a god can withstand.

Before your mother's conception of you, God knew you; before His __onsecration of you, He had up set your assignments right! You are not an accident!_

The wonder of life begins in the womb of a woman.

The mint from your breath, the milk from your breast, the best of your mind, now in its worst state of condition. From the womb to the tomb, as a mild flower, you break your petals upon blossom, and seize death openly. Leaving your fragrance to spin and dance, one last time before being blown away.

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think.

Just as is child is conceived in a womb of a woman, miraculously, so is grace freely given by God, in sacred moment of salvation.

Just as a child is conceived in a womb of a woman, miraculously, so is grace freely given by God, in sacred moment of salvation.

The Sacred Bombshell knows that her creative feminine energy is a catalyst. She remembers her womb wisdom.

Men marry for the womb. Women marry for their tummy.

The wonder of the womb is the birth of a child.

A child can die even in the safest place on earth- its mother's womb!

When you are happy for other people's dreams, your dreams start jumping up with joy. Elizabeth was happy with Mary and her dream baby was jumping in her womb crazily for joy!

My arrivalHer womb__ delightHer existenceMy living lightHer woundsMy scarsHer skiesMy starsHer daysMy hoursHer strengthMy powersI breathe my name Being her childWithout motherLife__ beguiledFrom the poem 'Mother

A creative design to everything demands a Time Keeper to exist. It was born out from the womb of primordial time!

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

Bless your mum, who carried you for nine months in her womb.

THE NAKED HEARTFrom womb to tomb,There came and went -Only you.Poor or rich,You will die withOnly you.All the wealth you harvestIn the living,Will go to others when you are dead.But the true test of a lion of God -Is to keep giving with your own hands,Before you rest in your final bed.