Earth Woman

Morangos

Pirilampos

Sister Goddess in flames

My beginning is my end is my beginning . . .

I am a woman born of Earth.

I paint pictures in dark red clay

redrawing the lines of my figure

the only way I know how.

I dance in fields of wildflowers

feast on strawberries kissed by wine

in the shade of a wise tree;

my roots go down.

I am a daughter of the cosmos,

made up of stardust.

I connect the dots in starry skies,

learn to fly in dreams, asleep and waking,

bravely map out liminal spaces.

I am cousin to God’s smallest creatures.

I speak to animals in make believe languages

chase fireflies through forests untrodden;

a dotted line, black against the page,

traces their path across the landscape.

I am a sister of the Goddess.

I sing my strength in songs remembered,

digging up stories yet untold,

her memory shining in passion's flames.

I am a woman born of Earth.

My beginning is my end is my beginning . . .