Doula Gallery
There is a power that comes to women when they give birth.
They don’t ask for it, it simply invades them.
Accumulates like clouds on the horizon and passes through – carrying the child with it.
In this moment all the earth stands still
Time unwinds its coil
Life is filled to the brim,
wth spaciousness
Oh, how simple
The Sacred
Unfolding sighs and cries rang out
A universal openness
Each spirit here sang in tune
Into ferocious love
No fear here
No fear here
No fear here
Oh, the Sacred
The Sacred ~ Yaima
