
Beneath the golden slumbers
The Earth’s sweat rises,
Released from dark caverns
And Tempered rock
A small fissure becomes a vein
For the Mother’s blood
Pulsating to ancient rhythms
Forcing its way upward
All that stand before it
Are consumed,
Pulverized and melted
Liquefied into one
A glorious force
Of Energy and Life
Issues forth from the
Sacred ground
And from the sweat and the blood and the heat
Arises a New One
Borne of the joining of creatures
And the death of their longing
LiNdA
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