I am giving birth to myself,

That is what is happening here.

A new life is birthing itself from the old

And I am midwife, mother and child.

I am the process of awakening

And I am its glorious outcome.


This half-life, this shadow world,

Jostling with loss and pain and fear

Is not real, it is nothing compared to

The indescribable magnificence

That is concealed behind and within

What most of us accept and call life.


And now, it is falling away,

It is dissolving,

Hour by hour and day by day,

My faith, my love for this life of Oneness,

Is nudging me from darkness into light,

From separation towards unity.


This new life is the life I was born for,

I exist in a world where the idea of me

Is, was and will be.

I inhabit a world within a world,

A world that is neither past nor future.

This new, joyful existence is no dream.


I am birthing this world

Into physical reality.

I am stepping into the creative process

And weaving a world from the very strands

Of Life itself, from the building blocks of creation.

I am awake, I am aware, I am Love made manifest.


© Sue Claughton, 2016


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