ReBirth

Everything is connected, though it takes time to realise. 

The drawings I made - weeks, sometimes months apart - stood alone.

They held no clear meaning, no beauty by traditional measure - only raw, abstract expression.

There were no answers, only feeling. 

An emptying of my mind and soul.

Five years later, I returned to them.

I cut them out, pieced them together, and in that act,

gave them new purpose - new life.

To my surprise, they fit.

They spoke to one another.

They completed a story I didn’t know I had been telling.

Only now do I see them clearly:

a cycle of dying and becoming -

the body fading, the spirit awakening,

a cord connecting what was to what will be  -

the womb, the wait, and the rebirth.

Death is never an end, only a doorway.

From each ending, something new quietly begins.

The scattered fragments of my past, once uncertain and lost,

are gently finding their place  -

not by force, but by timing.

And in this creation, I’ve found something far greater

than I ever set out to find:

a deeper understanding of who I am,

and the quiet, divine thread that weaves everything together

even when we dont realize it.