By Bridget Nielsen

In the darkness of womb, I am again shown.

The abandoned Whole, its nature unknown.

Golden initiates anointed with Myrrh to Earth

Forgotten, sacred alchemy the stars and soil births

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I carry the tribal soul of mothers

Screams of pain spirals back one after another

Due is our long buried nature

The Vine of Source ever pulses blood of the Savior

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Gaia’s Cyclical reminders rekindles this fire

Through the cosmic void our seeds transpire

Winter Solstice dawns a new journey to embark

For all began from divine conception’s spark

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Cherished hearth is the living darkness of mine

Unveiling dawn’s blessing of light to forever shine.