Outside my window waves ripple
Seagulls cry to dawn
I awake,
A spark in my heart
A fleck of golden sunlight
Spring's soft breath
Untold stories lay deep inside
Waiting for birth, for life
And so I plant my seeds,
Plant the words in the dark ground
Bless the seeds to blossom
As the Maiden Goddess breathes life into Mother Crone with a kiss.
Sprouts open,
A story blooms
In a shining field of gold
I birth the soul of each story
From seed to tree
Honor the great cycles of time
I gather my harvest for the Great Mother
Read the stories to honor her abundance
The darkness from where the words came
The heavens where they will fill with light
An d I return to the dark earth
To smell her and find her
She, who has given birth to me
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