Birthing Ourselves Into Being

* Goddess revision (with humming) *

From the dark warm moving place of our mother,

we are born

Our mother, solid and giving as a moss patch,

nurtured and nurturing by the crystalline waves of the sun

and the patience, curiosity and perseverance of all her creatures,

sharing her powers.

                                    mmmmm…

We come from the earth and go to the earth,

carrying on our turtle back all the traditions of evolution,

carrying in our claw a scrap of dirt from when we dive

deep deep deep 

into the waters of all time 

and grab some of the bottom to bring to the surface

to renew grounding creation.

                                    mmmmm…

We come from great spirit and go to great spirit

now, all the time, no time, always.

Sometimes we spin in time, inching along, sunning.

Sometimes eye to eye we dive 

deep in the pools

to surface with a newborn’s instinct to swim and breathe,

staying deep in the shallows.

                                    mmmmm…

We are in the water and moving towards water,

washing peacefully, transforming violently,

changing slowly 

with the ins and outs of waves and tides.

Through the water we swim with the bottom to the surface

To the water we go, we share, we drink deep

to enlighten again the memory of our composition

The water goes from the deep to the earth's face

A mantra unsung, it rings through our being

                                    mmmmm…

We are born into this village and

we are born into this body,

our vessel, moving around 

and sensing more vessels near us.

The water running through the aqueduct is free

and we are born in this way

solid and free, challenged, in paradox, in harmony,

moving with the water.

Words freed like birds from cages 

singing divine poetry.

                                    mmmmm…

When I brought the water in

from morning star in the east,

I was born from ways deeper than blood,

surrounded by family, 

with faces we only sometimes see 

or recognize.

Thirsty people drank, we welcomed precious baby boy,

son of my family from the deep bottom, and we laughed.

We smoked life earth breath through corn and tobacco,

we welcomed the deep, speaking peace poetry,

prayer, drink, birth.

So be.

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Oh ma

ye ma

ye ye ma

ye man

ye man

ye man ja

yemanja

ja ja yemanja

deep ma deep

da mirroring seas

deep ma deep

da ocean root

deep ye man ja

holding we

deep yemanja

we ma of we

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