Far beyond the second star
Further still, and still more far
You will find her sitting there
waiting in her birthing chair
Holding worlds between her thumbs
And if you are a lucky one
She will whisper words to you
of all the things that you might do
To bring new thoughts and things to form
Things still waiting to be born
And she will give them all to you
if she knows your heart is true
Mother of ten thousand things
Makes you free and gives you wings
Knows you since All Time begun
and you are not the only one
But only lucky ones recall all the ways to find her hall
Lucky ones who learn to fly,
remembering to always try
to find a way there in your Dreams
Then she will show you anything
Anything and still some more
If you open up the door
between your world and hers between
She will show you Anything
Anything and more unfurls
in the Womb Between the Worlds
—-KA 2014
image by Stephanie Lostimolo