Earth is reclaiming me Little by little The fabric of my body Is being woven with Hers Life is much simpler now With conditioning silenced
The mama bear rages When rage is called for The downpour of tears This sorrow, this grief Is Her show of love Her Wind breathes me Filling me with infinite peace
This is where She wants us Emptied Agenda free Just boundless energy Aliveness, enlivened essence Contracting, expanding Waxing, waning One with Her
Women have A primordial connection To Mother Nature Their womb--a cauldron Full with Potentia-- We can turn food into flesh And turn water into milk With our bodies--Her body And the drive To create, to nurture and nourish And protect is Her love
But now It is the time to let go And let cobwebs fill Our hollow places And the crones gather To weave the cobwebs Into a new tomorrow.
barb j beyers 