Great Mother Poem by Eric Cockrell
Great Mother
Great Mother...
ecstasy dance;
inside the fur of the wolf,
the wings of the hawk
small ants on infinite journeys,
turtles moving to earth time.
water wrapping around rocks,
old tree leaning with time.
blood, sweat, passion's fluids,
the pulse of a cold mountain.
thunder and lightning, clouds hang,
the taste of flesh lingers...
naked by the fire, shadows
on the walls of the cave....
chanting, humming, praying....
with hands bruised and grateful.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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9/23/2024 3:58:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
.. with hands bruised and grateful. What a spectacular line/image, just amazing.