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“Passing Through The Veil”
3 piece series: “I Will Partake, I Will Enter, Rebirth”
STATEMENT
I descend
Into the canal
The space is tight
Restricting
There is no light
There is no breath
But I can't turn back
The womb has no more room for expansion
No more room for growth
I have to pass through
If I want to continue
If I want to bloom
I can see the dim light
Becoming more bright
I can hear Her voice
Calling me from the other side
Singing
Screaming
Crying
For me
To come into Her arms
To come into Her nourishment
I come to Her veil
The last thing that shields Her from me
Made of blues and purples,
Dripping in crimson
Woven from the holy linen of earth,
The home she rose from
Together we part it
Both anxious to meet
Who's on the other side of it
Finally I pass and gasp
A world full of air I've never been allowed to breathe
Washes over me
Filling me up
Giving me life
She cries for me again
Pulling me to Her chest
Becoming one once more
I feel her warmth
Encasing my skin
My new womb
I hear her love
Pulsing through every inch of her body
I smell her scent
Familiar and sweet
She smells like home to me
The holiest of holies
-Natalie Nazer Cosby
DETAILS
- 1-2 week processing time
- Museum quality Giclée Print
- Made to last 100 years
- Additional 1" white border surrounding selected print size (please let me know if you do not want the extra border and i will trim it for you).
- Custom sizes and canvases my be available upon request
- 15% of all proceeds go towards organizations doing good
“Passing Through The Veil”
3 piece series: “I Will Partake, I Will Enter, Rebirth”
STATEMENT
I descend
Into the canal
The space is tight
Restricting
There is no light
There is no breath
But I can't turn back
The womb has no more room for expansion
No more room for growth
I have to pass through
If I want to continue
If I want to bloom
I can see the dim light
Becoming more bright
I can hear Her voice
Calling me from the other side
Singing
Screaming
Crying
For me
To come into Her arms
To come into Her nourishment
I come to Her veil
The last thing that shields Her from me
Made of blues and purples,
Dripping in crimson
Woven from the holy linen of earth,
The home she rose from
Together we part it
Both anxious to meet
Who's on the other side of it
Finally I pass and gasp
A world full of air I've never been allowed to breathe
Washes over me
Filling me up
Giving me life
She cries for me again
Pulling me to Her chest
Becoming one once more
I feel her warmth
Encasing my skin
My new womb
I hear her love
Pulsing through every inch of her body
I smell her scent
Familiar and sweet
She smells like home to me
The holiest of holies
-Natalie Nazer Cosby
DETAILS
- 1-2 week processing time
- Museum quality Giclée Print
- Made to last 100 years
- Additional 1" white border surrounding selected print size (please let me know if you do not want the extra border and i will trim it for you).
- Custom sizes and canvases my be available upon request
- 15% of all proceeds go towards organizations doing good
“Passing Through The Veil”
3 piece series: “I Will Partake, I Will Enter, Rebirth”
STATEMENT
I descend
Into the canal
The space is tight
Restricting
There is no light
There is no breath
But I can't turn back
The womb has no more room for expansion
No more room for growth
I have to pass through
If I want to continue
If I want to bloom
I can see the dim light
Becoming more bright
I can hear Her voice
Calling me from the other side
Singing
Screaming
Crying
For me
To come into Her arms
To come into Her nourishment
I come to Her veil
The last thing that shields Her from me
Made of blues and purples,
Dripping in crimson
Woven from the holy linen of earth,
The home she rose from
Together we part it
Both anxious to meet
Who's on the other side of it
Finally I pass and gasp
A world full of air I've never been allowed to breathe
Washes over me
Filling me up
Giving me life
She cries for me again
Pulling me to Her chest
Becoming one once more
I feel her warmth
Encasing my skin
My new womb
I hear her love
Pulsing through every inch of her body
I smell her scent
Familiar and sweet
She smells like home to me
The holiest of holies
-Natalie Nazer Cosby
DETAILS
- 1-2 week processing time
- Museum quality Giclée Print
- Made to last 100 years
- Additional 1" white border surrounding selected print size (please let me know if you do not want the extra border and i will trim it for you).
- Custom sizes and canvases my be available upon request
- 15% of all proceeds go towards organizations doing good