The Matriarch
A tremendous power is held in bondage.
She is a sleeping dragon guarding her well of love.
Waiting for the right person to reveal it to.
Waiting to transform into the womb of creation.
She is a woman with no name and no past
Yet she will create our future.
Like the raindrop carries the ocean
and the seed carries the forest.
Her egg carries with it humanity.
It’s hopes, it’s fears, it’s love, it’s tears.
Her humility is the fertile ground.
Like the oyster forms a grain of sand into a pearl
and heat and pressure turn coal into a diamond
She will turn her ovum into consciousness
into spirit, into us.
