I see you looking at me from a far      my curves

draw you closer to my lush landscape      my sphere,

toughened by time     hewn by gravity    held

by dark matter

Have you

seen my sacred dance I spin in      ivory clouds, my shawl,

the rivers, my beads of turquoise    the green, my bouquet of herbs

Brother Sun shows you    beckons you closer    Sister Moon

draws you inward to my caverns where damp life

lay for light

forgotten 

my pain    my loss     my fever of fire

a torch sears into the ice walls built in my many lives

my guard is down    you swim in my gorges once dry

for passage    my tears wash away hungry beasts

and gardens   the shadows of ancient warriors emerge

out of the abyss of my old soul    my arrows drawn for battle

once more

I take you on my soil    you may enter my temple, my divine planes

and forests    eat    drink the sacraments at my altars     do

not defile my holy basins with the muck of unclean

souls

that

trample my meadows and plunder gold, ripping off

my lavish gown for gain

I am

no despoiled maiden, for fierce is my molten heart

in battle   no one can defeat

              your mother

©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

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