
mindfully left behind with
light-lined mountain spirit...
rumble sounds from deep within our Mother...
lying on my back letting go... letting go...
it’s okay... just letting go...
spirials of feather wands and stones...
drumming my core out and in again...
’round and ‘round we go...
again and again...
purple flamed fires
there... reflect...
our beautiful circle...
standing up... standing ready...
within all our glory...
power-full!
eyes shining bright... faces so star-aware...
reclaiming who we truly are...
our blessed earth Mother...
Her children... re-membering...
we love...
with brightest blessings... x (((o)))
by weaver © 14/08/2006