"Passing Through The Veil" Series Fine Art Print

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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

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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