My Ancient Sister Marta
Is calling me to go deeper
Just when I felt
Freedom in the light
She beacons from the portal
Yet another journey
Past the phoney pretties
Flowers blooming glorius
Chaos finally falling away
My vision is clearing
NOW FIRMLY GROUNDED IN MY GARDEN
THERE IS YET ANOTHER DOORWAY
AND BEYOND, A HALLWAY OF MANY ROOMS,
My sisters and mothers hanging there
Their stories fermenting
Fertilizing and nurshing
Wanting to be told
To realize their fateful purpose
Birthing and Creating
Circling, birthing, dying
Rebirthing, dying, birthing
The circle continues
Aware or not
Birth and death.
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