My womb is an artist E-Book

Céline Cervi

• Herausgeber: Europa Edizioni
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

My womb is an artist is a collection of poems that contains in verses emotions and desires of an author who wants to express the very essence of existence, of coming into the world, living creating and healing.
The compositions explore the womb seen in its various facets: element of pleasure, means and instrument for the joy of birth, maternal element and a deeply feminine sanctuary. The search for love, healing and peace infuses the writing.
Every reading plunges us into a whirlwind of emotions almost without space and time, through metaphors and rhetorical figures that can give us back the meaning of life as understood by the author: sense of freedom, of belonging and grace.

Céline Cervi was born in France in 1973. She holds both the French and Maltese nationalities. After training as a political scientist in Aix-en-Provence, Paris, Exeter and Bruges, she specialised in European Affairs.
She has worked for the EU, the UN, international NGOs, the Parliamentary Assembly of the Mediterranean, and has been volunteering on many fronts. 
Céline has lived in Brussels, New York, Valletta, Manila, Ankara and Skopje.
She is also a Kundalini Yoga teacher (with spiritual name Angad Bani Kaur), a Reiki master and she writes poetry. She is a peace-seeker, knowing all too well that Peace starts within. She is inspired by the books she reads, the healers she meets and all the women she is blessed to call her sisters.
Céline speaks French and English, some Spanish and Turkish.
 

Leseprobe

Céline Cervi

My womb is an artist

© 2022 Europe Books| London

www.europebooks.co.uk | [email protected]

ISBN 9791220133258

First edition: December 2022

Printed for Italy by Rotomail Italia S.p.A. - Vignate (MI) Stampato presso Rotomail Italia S.p.A. - Vignate (MI)

My womb is an artist

This poetry collection is dedicated to my sisters around the world and whose soul touched mine. My feet have been blessed to walk, dance and yoga on many corners of this earth. I treasure these times and places, so much more as you were by my side.

QGLG,WDK:NRREDHWLUZGOXRZ,ZHQNV\DZOD,ߤWNQRZ was that the unborn novel featuring peace-seekers and healers would give space to a collection of poems, almost overnight. I want to thank Leslie Caplan, editor

and writing coach who graciously gave her first impressions on this unforeseen manuscript and the team at Europe Books for taking me onboard as a fresh author with much enthusiasm. I want to thank Mirjam de Bruin

Oosterom for the book cover she initially crafted. And I want to thank my Reiki masters and Kundalini Yoga

teachers for opening the door to the Soul within, that infinite space where love and grace abound.

And the spiritual lands of Malta, the Philippines and

Türkiye for the depth of healing they hold and share with the curious souls.

Adi Shakti, Adi Shakti, Adi Shakti, Namo Namo

Sarab Shakti, Sarab Shakti, Sarab Shakti, Namo Namo

Pritham Bhagvati, Pritham Bhagvati, Pritham Bhagvati,

Namo Namo

Kundalini Mata Shakti, Mata Shakti, Namo Namo

I bow to the primal power

I bow to the all-encompassing power

I bow to the creative power at the beginning

I bow to the divine mother of all peace

When you feel a peaceful joy, that's when you are near truth. Rumi

From one generation to the next, some valuable information was lost along the way: that at different stages of her life, a woman could need, would need the help of her sisters, blood or not. Elif Shafak Black Milk

Preface

My womb is an artist is a collection of poems that contains in verses emotions and desires of an author who wants to express the very essence of the existence, of coming into the world and living, essence represented by the womb.

Most compositions represent the womb seen in its various facets: element of pleasure, means and instrument for the joy of birth, maternal element (as in Missing words).

The womb is an artist, a land to be sown and cultivated (as the author says in My womb is an artist); the womb is synonymous with wisdom as it supports life and contributes to creating a new universe (The wisdom is in the womb).

Other compositions are snapshots of life in the Philippines (My Sangat lives in my heart), Türkiye (The wolves of Ankara, Catching a Snowflake) and in Malta (0ãDUU ix-Xini).

Every reading plunges us into a whirlwind of emotions almost without space and time, through metaphors and rhetorical figures that can give us back the meaning of life as understood by the author: sense of freedom, of belonging and grace.

What fascinates of this book is the stylistic compactness and the expressive, as well as human and aesthetic coherence. In every poem there is a delicate lyricism; every verse is a distillation of sense and sound, nothing is left to chance and, even when the lyrical meanings are told, the pictorial-musical dance, that makes the poetic tensions without dispersion, is always respected.

We realize, as we proceed in the reading, that the poetry of Céline Cervi reveals, traces new paths, invests the being in its totality with sensuality and elegance.

My womb is an artist ~

Inherited from my mother and her own and all the mothers before whose names will forever remain unknown.

My womb is an artist whose birth it owes to a seeder and yet another container.

How many were there before me?

What about their personalities?

Was this one kind? And that one pretty?

Shy or always angry?

Did my great-grandma feel the fire in her belly? Was her hair long and her skin silky?

What kind of man did she and the others marry? Was the child his?

Carrying Life, were they singing to their tummy?

Did they lose any?

Did they cry and wail as the womb emptied?

Did they feed and nurture all those around? Did they stand their ground? Did they follow conventions or their intuitive passions? Did they cultivate their secret garden or the closest land?

Did they move their hips and dance to the spirits praying to be rescued from their own "insanity" feet on the grass as the full moon each month glared high and bright?

And what about liquor and wine?

Was it just one glass?

Which one tasted tobacco first?

And those manly trousers? I imagine their face hear the giggles amongst the sisters.

Which one was so sensual her man, was terrified, her breasts another hand would caress? Was it a Greek goddess?

And was it out of pity this one escaped the nunnery?

How many in the list were professors, doctors, shop-owners or "just" mothers? Worse

a "witch," a female "sorcerer?" For her knowledge of the unseen brought fear and condemnation.

How many were inspired poets, singers and writers in their quest for beauty to recreate?

My womb is an artist. It recalls their consciousness and can, in turn, polish yet another gift.

The wisdom is in the womb ~

Was Eve the first ever mother?

I always wondered...

Would she have carried a child, had she not been inclined to eat the apple so ripe?

Forever would she have remained in blissful paradise?

Would Adam and Eden have sufficed? In the endless land of infinite Love and Light

Deep inside, wouldn't her empty womb have longed to welcome this seed and serve its growth? Thereby finding a purpose?

Discovering all at once the wisdom it carries to support Life and co-create a brand-new universe

Unconditional love is a journey

When falling from Eden was that the price to pay?

And her mission to recreate in her family that love and light day after day?

Each time she doubts

to her womb she turns for the wisdom is there

intact to learn.

Imprinted on the layers of her uterus holding a real or symbolical foetus in those deep and warm waters of that simply magical container.

She asks:

"Why on earth is this so hard?"

"You can endure the pain, the change and the separation from Adam, your Angel and the Light.

Birthing your Self is yet an entirely different process.

You trusted before. Trust again," said the womb "for in my power,

I carry

the wisdom you need to face this noble mystery."

I found my center ~

Deep in my belly I found my center

By accident

It was hiding all these years a sleeping beauty a reservoir full of limitless capability.

When I banished my protective layers and my children were born,

this belly, wrinkled and scarred as white as a Palawan powdery beach, I realized

deep in its womb and behind the veils was a mind, a heart, an exquisite diamond,

the shiniest the sharpest there to give me seeds. Don't ask me how

so I could spread his light outside of my insides, for what is a diamond if it cannot reflect outward?

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