This poem emerged as I was preparing to teach a class the other day where we were somatically exploring the contrasting qualities of egg and sperm. This was part of my 6-week course on Exploring Your Prenatal Shadow.
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What are we all rushing for? Where do we intend to get to? What do we hope to reach? Our egg isn’t going anywhere. She floats majestically Waiting As patiently as possible Moved only by the currents In her sphere. We have already been conceived We have already made it And we survived That precarious encounter Guided by supreme bio-intelligence That knew its timing Better than we do. We have forgotten Our survival Already happened Continuing to swim upstream Against time Against all hope Risking exhaustion But what if we stopped Paused for a rest Recovered our wisdom Retrieved our knowing Received the pulsing Of this one special life?
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