Poetic Invocation
Dear Mother, Bear Mother
In the fields I found you in the wind
Gently
Firmly
Blowing me down my path
Hidden in the green
Your claws protect and churn the Earth
My Soul
Finding roots, broken
To recreate them in your fertile womb
Dear Mother, Bear Mother
In the fields I found you in the wind
Gently
Firmly
Blowing me down my path
Hidden in the green
Your claws protect and churn the Earth
My Soul
Finding roots, broken
To recreate them in your fertile womb
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