keeper of the wild
our great mother
this custodian of the magic pot
sweetly ferocious and the wildest of gentle.
the heart of all storms.
we are held
by her unparalleled embrace
if only we could remember
she is within us all.
her heartbeat will not stop rousing
until we are quiet enough to hear.
love me with integrity
and dance free with all mighty grace.
she seers.
and tend to your garden.
for I am coming ready or not.