Most loving, I would say of you, And goodness and divine spirit, Mother, friend and healer, An inner peace in full bloom! I traced my steps and fell into you Like a cavern fashioned of joy. Old medicine held by your heart Vibrated blooms from every side, Each intended to be given away, Yet returned with the breath of Love. Oh, Mama, I’ve loved you for eternity Undulating delight at your creation… © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)