Around us       she moves Undulating, writhing Within her swollen womb       all life exists. And in the dark and watery home       we know so well We live       within her life       upon her life. Life grows and changes beginning, blossoming, ripening       while she labors. In her painful ecstasy       we find our life. We, in our warm and bloody world       hear her sighs       her hearbeat and listen to that lullaby while we are rocked by her frantic contrortions in our birth. And we live on and know that it is her life that surrounds us-- that she lives us. We within her.