The Womb Knew First

The womb of creation, where ancestral memory rests and my soul has been rooted in wisdom. Here, intuition was mastered. Divine messages learned in silence. A spiritual birth— one I could not attain in flesh, nor was time the master. This time, I was the master. Oceans of water flooded the womb. Spiritual depth gathered without asking. Divine timing moved ahead of thought. My soul was ready before my mind could follow. Something divinely assigned. Already alive. Already aware. Already powerful. I flowed toward the light, into purity, into truth, into a sadness that marked the moment because it was different. And all noticed. Many turned their faces- their minds could not comprehend what she was. She was ahead of her time. She was not the norm. Softness with power. Impactful. Meant to change things. Seeing truth carried across her face. Divine insight resting where vision begins. A marking that couldn’t be hidden. Permission was not needed. Validation was not required. Creation knew her fears, her delays, her hesitation, her longing. Nourishment was given from a stranger's hands-measured, intentional, enough to sustain what was sacred. And I knew then— her creation does not need to bend to belong. It arrived whole. It walked without waiting. It spoke without permission. Not shaped by hands, not softened for comfort, not altered to be understood. What was born carried its own knowing, its own rhythm, its own light. And the womb that carried it was never empty again.