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
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
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
Cherished hearth is the living darkness of mine
Unveiling dawn’s blessing of light to forever shine.