"circumstance", though always debatable has implications beyond incidental...the marvel of it all is astounding if we even dare to contemplate the odds...as simplistic as,"to be or not to be"...pure chance at the outside were our odds of, being... this can be deeply philosophical jude...thanks for my morning stimulant to get the blood flowing to the gray matter.. I bid you joy, love and peace my dear friend... Jon Michael

and what a world indeed...
carolyn

or the occasional miscarriage of purpose... Jude, this is what I love about your poetics - often you begin with simple, straightforward thoughts, a universal human experience, easy to understand, and then you have the punchline - POW!

You are a master wordsmith!

xo Carma

Sounds like the perfect enviroment at times when things get too complicated.

Newborns do like they're the font of all wisdom.
Such a mystery and marvel is live in the womb.

... the dreams of the unborn child: now there's an untapped mystery for certain sure. I think much could be made of this as we so don't know what the neural activity would focus itself on in the womb, having no preconceived (!!) ideas of the world outside of its liquid darkness. "as long as the exchange is healthy and loving" seems like a hook for me in this poem, as I wonder how many pregnancies these days can claim to be purely that: in an ideal world, all of them but it seems to me that more and more foetuses must be aware of the angst and stress which I'm sure is picked up on in the womb and that, in many ways, it's not the safe haven that we necessarily imagine it to be. There may be no conscious concern, as such, with purpose or identity, but I reckon that many lives in utero are shaped in their psyche through the vibes they will have picked up on in the womb, be they positive or negative. Love the gentle rocking tone and voicing in this one, Kartero. xx PS Travelling through the central London transit systems at 11.11.11.11.11., I was personally meditating and beseeching the Father heart of the world and was constantly struck by the numbers of grown men travelling who were absolutely doting on their infants around about me. It gave me hope in the midst of anxiety and a certain amount of trepidation. xx

This is an unforgettable poem, Jude, I love it, and the ending is profound ~

one of the most loved spaces to be in (the womb) - hey cool, your word format looks like a pregnant profile :)

You gotta know that they are comfortable in there, it takes hours of painful squeezing and pushing just to get them to give up their safe and cozy home.
Take care,
Sherry

"...in the womb
there is no concern
with purpose or identity"

makes you want to stay forever
in the egoless bath.
Gentle yet steely vision, Jude.

John

Contemplating the uncontemplated. Evolution has its way of insuring that newborn can survive [some with much help like us]when born into a violent, dangerous world. I wonder about saving premies by inflicting them with harsh torture to save there lives. As you point out, the benefits of a full term in the womb must have immense psychological benefit. Much food for thought.

Are we in the womb now, lulled by our technology and creature comforts, unable to respond to the harsh reality of life?

Ron

an arrant environmental paradigm of nurturing, (the womb seems to me) only to be ejected (equipted with free will) into a kind of chaos to find our origins and why we exist at all. Living seems to me a kind of basic training for eternity, where, ironically, we won't understand the true complexities of our choices until we leave the corporeal plane. Enjoyed! richard

A look at the simple time of life lived in the womb to the more difficult life of growing and living in todays complicated world; you have blended these thoughts quite well. Thought provoking read.

Joy L. Hale

Jude,
I can feel what you were feeling at the time you wrote this poem..visualizing, what it must be like inside of a womb. You bring this to my mind so clearly as if you went down into your deepest memories and wrote this amazingly stunning poem.

Having experienced three births of my own, I often wondered what it was like to have been inside the womb. With my grandsons, I experienced it from a Nonni's perspective and it really is quite a remarkable experience for sure.

To give life, is incredible, to nurture and love that child, is immeasurable, something that is just counted as a blessing and a joy.

Thank you for such a tender piece this morning, am having a difficult time with my youngest daughter these days..I am just giving her lot's of love and encouragement....

Much peace, light, and love,
Amber

An ingenious way of describing the womb of the universe and life, and the fun and games we play with the cards dealt. Blessings!

That must be why I like being a recluse and hiding in my own cocoon type motorhome...e

You give a rousingly calm face of the nine months of gestation and the reason you are so confined. The real work begins when the doctor slaps you on the ass.

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva