from Dreamscape: Real Dreams Really Make a Difference by Martha Cinader, Tenthe Avenue Editions, copyright 1995
I worship
the planet
which is you.
I kiss the
ground you bless
with your touch.
I offer
praise to your
sweet breathing.
I thrive on
your gentle
caresses.
I grow strong
sucking your
sweet ripe fruits.
I grow wise
listening
to your songs.
My mother
My mother
My mother
My mother
speaks to me
in the night.
My mother
bleeds for me
and feeds me.
My mother
lives in me
and guides me.
My mother
will hold me
forever.

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