The Womb of Life

The songs of the deepest ocean, a liquid prism of the deepest blue, ethereal ripples moving with tidal dreams, causing ears to conflict with the weight of the womb, pressing down on you.

The Song of Life lends colors intense, to a realm of the deepest intensity, rainbows are swallowed and crushed into the velvet depths intense, within the birth of life there is the true noise of a foetus unborn, suspended in this dream so dense.

Light filtering in from origins unknow, splitting colors into molecular beauty, bubbles rising to meet the light, the obsidian canvas painted with flashes of opaline refraction, and disappearing out of sight.

Pulsing and beating reverberates silently, felt in every organ containing life, a song of pressure forging the colors together, and then ripping them apart, intensity of tge breath of life dissolved into liquid form, flushed into a beating heart.

Life hangs suspended, the possibility of birth and rebirth a flowing and moving constant, the sounds and colors forming the essence of birth, the pulse and beat of the waters influence persistent, earths silently beating heart.