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Even in death you have a place for us, be it by the embrace of the warm soil or the heat of the fire you settle the flesh of your children.



Oh Mother, do you despair when your children... your children lose their way? Did you envisage that their hearts might be engorged by greed? Tell us Mother, is your patience running thin?



I smell the scent of newly falling rain and it caresses my senses, I feel the grass under my feet whenever I get the chance to run barefoot and my soul smiles. Mother, I thank you for these things.



In times gone by you were shown how thankful we were for your wonderful abundance of food, and places to dwell. You were celebrated with the awe that you deserve. Have most of us forgotten how to thank you? Such a secular age we live in. But some have not forgotten our Mother and we offer our love as we see this world becoming a concrete jungle. The irony being that the things we use to forge cities and weapons come from resources that Mother Earth so freely gives. Oh Mother do you cry when you see your children take up arms against each other?



Mother I see you... yes... we live off your physical. The trees your nerve endings, the soil and grass your flesh and the rivers and streams run fresh with the liquid of your life. And within life there is life, each our own universe.



We are One, as it was and as it shall be again.

Memories locked deep within the secret room that is my soul...The endless search for the ancient ornate key that will release knowledge long ago forgotten or misplaced...



A wisp of air, as a finger teasing a golden harp string, plays a vibrant note to the ears of my senses. Forever listening, to the silence...



Awaiting that particular aroma of knowing, the pull of the velvet cloak of night beckoning for me to fly free...



Wings, invisible to the twilight world, carrying my very self to another way of being.



I cannot resist this familiar breeze, in fact I do not want to.



It brings me back to who I am.