Born Through, Not From

 



One of the greatest conceptions given unto man.

you come into world, borne through womb,

yet believe you are son of man. 

you come into this world, borne through a womb.

carried by blood, breath, water.

entering time through beautiful mother gate.

when, why do you begin believing you are merely

the son of man.

Yet womb passage, not origin.

What if birth arrival, not beginning.

know body says,

I came through her.

my spirit whispers, i am beyond mind.

I coming from father.

while creating the greater mystory,

being 

I am 

born into the world

each breath thinking. 

speaking, in till dreaming.

comes through.

 you.

hey, hi, its me, are you smiling. i came all this way.

to love bringing joy fore play. 










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