The women and children
found strength in isolation.
A network
of song
and unspoken motion.
Water-like  Traditional  Fluidity
The Fire in our inner eye
that sees and reflects
the Mother-earthness
of this moment.

The women and Children
I mean, GATHER.

A web of Being
At the base of it
Winding around
Encircling the laughter
and the children’s tears
with Song.

The Women and Children
to soften the edges of brutal foundations.

Slow but effective
eating-out.  (Infiltrator)
Running into ALL cracks
Fluidity is HER way.
Moon Song to sanctify.

We gather round to find
the open-sesame of the heart.
Your waxing-waning heart. 

Poetry ©M.Rosewoman