Blood of Her veins, the rivers
Voice of Her breath, the wind
Fire of Her will, erupting volcanoes
Green of Her hair, the rolling grass hills
Strength of Her spine, mountains' tall backs.
Persephone, Moon Maiden, whose returning steps
Grant springtime once more
Old Spider Grandmother
Weaving worlds from Her womb.
Shedding and renewing Her skin
In wrinkled and wriggling forms
Earth Mother who birthed us
Her furry babes, Her leafy litter.
You listen to Her rhythms
Her passionate drumbeat
In the undulating hills
As She dances, turning and trembling
In circles of chants.
The dance of Her green pulse unfolds all bodies
And all blessings from earth's fragrant form.
You sense Her energy bubbling upward
Past spine and skull, chakras glowing gold
A geyser bridge to star and sky.*
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