Hillside rises, breast of the Earth Mother -
Curving, mounding, home to an awareness.
Old one, dark one, shadowheart of darkness;
Sleeping, waiting, presence under greenwood.

Resting, drowsing - distant world of dreamthought;
Rumbling, humming - sings a song of slowtime.
Skyside sundrenched, home to feathered brightbirds
Inside Earthsblood's fountain all upwelling.

Earthsblood upflows, rising in the darkness;
Pulsing, warming, nourishing each lifespark
That murmurs unseeing in the earth's warm bosom
And stirs as the mind stirs, deep within the mountain.

(November 1993)

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