This poem came to me as I sat drumming in my beloved wood beside the river Boyne and felt overwhelmed with grief for all that is happening in this world. Every seen and unseen atrocity committed by one human against another. I felt like an embryo in my Mother’s womb as I sat with Gaia, helpless, weak, feeding from her love, asking for change. <3
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Worn I enter your womb...
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Worn I enter your womb...
A poem by Kimberley Murray
Jun 02, 2024
Worn I enter your womb...