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her fingers kneading earth
beneath rocks and stones
to reach the heart of Gaia.
There she rides the quake
of nature’s first womb
lifting her face
to catch the genesis
of sun and rain
wind
and moon
till seedlings birth
their promises.
Labor replete
she bows her head
and the gods kiss the dirt
beneath her nails.
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(c) 1992, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(a re-post)
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Photo originally used with permission of Jason in 2012 atย http://loveuniversallove.wordpress.com/
Beautiful ๐
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Thanks Willow. ๐๐ธ๐ฎ๐๐ฑ๐น๐ฟ๐บ
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Such wonderful imagery!
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Thank you! ๐
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You write so well
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Thank you so much! ๐
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You’re welcome
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Full of spirit, Betty. Spirit freshly brought to emergence into the world flowing through your fingers.
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Thank you, kind sir. ๐ฑ
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Nicely done.
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There is beauty, and then there is a magic of a magic Betty Hayes Albright poem.
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Oh, thank you so much, Thomas. I appreciate your kind words, always.
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