The Cosmic Rose,
rose with the morning dawn
spilling light from the heavens onto what was to come forth,
to be born,
And She,
gathered herself from the dark womb of the living ground,
the ancient loam
the first bones
waking,
assembling their shape to a sound older than time
primordial,
territorial
forging through skin made of molten rock and fire
a thousand years rumbling,
tumbling,
deep thunder humming
She emerges!
with her breasts in her hands
her thighs
her hips
shifting and sifting
mountains of sand
She rises!
with the moon in her womb
birthing waters open
carving the land and filling the oceans
dreaming the wild earth into being
Her scripture is written in
the riverbeds,
the tree roots, the wild fruits
the oak bark and the meadowlark
the hills crest and robin’s nest
Eagle’s cry and the Open Sky!
the fox’s trail and the autumn harvest gales
Oh! smell the sweet pine cone and the winds that moan
in whale song,
She belongs,
We belong,
to Her
Woman of the Earth
She is Creator
She is the First and Final Mother
The Original Body
The First God
Dreamed and forged at Imbolc 2026, through the remembrance I carry of the Goddess, the First God - and also inspired by dear sister Tanya who carries this remembrance too
