ANCIENT IMAGES OF A MOTHER GIVING BIRTH FOUND The water poured forth and the child was born. She summoned her spirit that she might sooth my heartache with the birth of Love. I did dance for this news and she lapped at the shores with her gladness, her child having heard the call. The wind began to dance along the valley. I did then begin to solemnly lift the spirits summoned by the tree's percussion, the mountain's thrum, the flower's weeping to the season’s air and the spectacular formation of spirit's dancing their Love without division to the warless symphony. May she be a loving child… © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)