Mother Earth

Unconditional love

She will always hold

There is no sin She won’t forgive

Instantly

For She knows

We are all born blind

Into cycles of oppression

Class systems

Institutions

Narratives

Curated to control

Mind

body

spirit

For too long 

Mother’s watched 

the Rulers vs the People

Our past was written by them

My ancestors—Celts and Slavs

Once were the majority across Europe

Branches of the same old tree

We were not peasants, pagans, or savages

We were sovereign

Long we flourished and defended

Our women were

Seers, storm speakers

Threshold keepers

My mother line—Weavers

Our moon bleeds sacred

Thirteen moon months, fucken obvious

Invasion, taxation, assimilation

Wasn’t our religion

The Roman cross of crucifixion

What a logo

Earth-based cultures

Knew Earth as Mother, ancestor, kin

We her divine extension

Her vessel, her voice

Mother speaks through the body

Our feelings are also hers

The rage, the grief

All holy

She sees us whole

Enduring

Returning

The Book of the Dead is clear

Heavy, hardened hearts are consumed

Heaven is Mother’s womb

She lets us rest, then choose to return

And we do

For our love of humanity is endless

The story of humanity

Impossible resilience