i thank her
crying into mothers arms
dew drops on a spiders web
teach me how to catch
a lie
a fly clutched in palms of gentleness
feed me wisdom stored beneath
a silv'ry bosom
let me drink
that I may blossom
that I may generate
in bliss and in woe
for all time
beneath the Â
light of my sisters
ten million stars
eternal whispers
I thank her
Past and Future
weave a sacred pattern
womb swelling
and the
gentle mew of
dreamers wakening













