The Earth is a womb, preparing life.
The grass, the trees, the brambles
give no hint to the activity below.
Above the ground we wait, falsely believing She sleeps.
While below, silently, life builds, grows stronger,
slowly makes its way to the surface.
We honor you Mother.
We know, like you, in our stillness we are growing, building, becoming.
Nurturing ourselves, seemingly dormant,
Unaware of beginnings ready to spring forth from each of us.
If we become still, like You, we can see the new creation in ourselves
And welcome it as it bursts forth into the full spectrum of Life.
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