Aztec Chacmool

I recline at ease,

My body concave,

bowl for the starry heavens,

cosmic womb,

empty,

made for bearing

Abundance.

I contain All:

possibility

creativity

integrity

authenticity

individuality

solidarity

love

beauty

balance

energy

health

and hope.

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I shall aver:

womban contains

the amniotic sea,

mystery of

fertility.

Goddess

contains the cosmic Void,

totality.

You can’t go under, over,

or around

Reality.

You can’t avoid

the depth of what it means

to be:

womban, and

born of Her.

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We need not call Her God.

Why Her?

Her oceanic Mystery encompasses,

engenders, gestates, nurtures, holds

all Good. Thank Her.

She is, simply

Enough.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018