Transitions are an inherent gnosis
I live for transitions
Movements forward
Change
Adaptability
I refuse to stay stagnant
Stunted
Guilted
Jaded
Delusional
Eventually finding no choice but to submit to its will
Birth taught things I could only describe in poetry
Everything feminine is unpredictable
She is Chaos where there is order
Order is within chaos
Chaos is within order
Chaos is the storm that comes through to
push roots further into soil divine
Keeping her chaos lush
Transitioning in and out of flow
Or should I say
Seemingly out of flow
Just like birth
Birth has it's own flow
It's own knowing
That's where the power lies
In the wisdom of transitions