Great Mother Love

Her songs are earth deep mantras

calling names of constellations into being.

Her light soaked in,

released the magic pine and herbs,

all those folded flowers

lifted up their sacred prayers–

water, light, dirt, love

Her gifts,

who could forget them?

Do you see her gentle curves?

The way her spine

supports her children?

It's impossible to live without

her heaven–earth transcendence.

Aren't we all turning, turning

with the planet that she raised?

© Angela Bigler

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