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?
Did 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?
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I knew there was no god
When the mother rabbit came back later, looking,
After the crows swooped in and took her hidden babies.
Still, it comforts to believe in something, to connect.
There is heart, there is light,
There is nature, lovely and mean.
Maybe we aren’t preordained beings
or soap opera stars watched by gods.
Maybe we are just living,
Praying to our own creations,
Helps me breathe sparks of
Divinity, miracles, hope.
Keeps me going when the crows are closing in.