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Manners Of Conception

Many Ways To Manifest

A mother who’s of middle age has a baby.
He’s newborn but adopted which does not matter.
She adores him completely as if he were hers
Biologically – the way that she prefers.
She succumbs to the fear that her dream may shatter.
Intense pain she likes? The answer may be maybe.

She had never been pregnant. Her burning desire
To experience motherhood naturally
Overcomes her clear thinking. She wants to have more
Children and preferably a long time before
She’s unable. Has she missed the point completely?
Is there righteousness in what she wants to acquire?

With the end result most people are most concerned,
But she has what she wanted yet not satisfied
With the process through which it came. What can she do?
She may consider trying to be someone who
Can be satisfied anyway. Her heart will guide
Her through experiences where lessons are learned.

We are scrutinized by the prevailing mindset
About how we accomplish things. We need to do
Things in order to get the results we expect
So that we remain ‘normal.’ There is no ‘correct’
Way to manifest happiness. This point of view
In the long run cannot be a source of regret.

How Life Enters The Body

Intra-Cosmic Gestation

The realm of the eternal is where all come from.
Aliens of the spirit descend and take hold
Of this time space reality within bodies
To remain for a brief while as flesh entities.
Here to know one another in ways manifold,
The experience can be difficult for some.

Every being has free will. Decisions are made
But can change at an instant, and nature responds
To the slight imperfections in the energy
Of the person becoming someone all can see.
Sometimes spirit and body cannot hold their bonds
And stillbirth leaves the mother and father dismayed.

Once our mothers expecting were pampered a lot.
Nowadays, they keep working. “It’s not a big deal!”
…But it was to the ancients. Women who were wise

Knew that comfort and pleasantness would crystalize
In the soul of the fetus a friendlier feel.
It still owns the decision to be here or not.

In the scull, there’s a front door… a trap door it was
At the time of our infancy. It was soft skin –
Not of hard bone, but supple, All exit through there.
Until then, our survival is treaded with care.
Now that I know I’m stuck here, it’s time to begin
Living out what was intended by the first cause.