Poem by Phoenix of Elder Mountain
Blessings upon me from the Mother of the Moist Earth from whom my Soul and the Children of the Souls are all born. I take your hand as you are the binding that weaves the river into matter, into me. There is nothing false about any Mother Goddess and all she contains, she is the great Creator of Life, the Supreme Goddess of Humanity.
Great Mother of the dark fertile earth, who shines the light of the Sun, so we can honor all of your blessings and abundance. We call to you great Mother (earth), your names are Mati Syra Zemila, Mokosh and Matka, who guides your wisest ones to speak with the animals, the plants or even a single leaf. The greatest magic of the flower and the clouds, the spirit of the wind and the water, the snow, rain, fog and mist all come forth into your mystical children.
We breath in this magic, we honor your gift of prophesy and reincarnation, the house where our souls rest. Mother in our heart, may we, your children bring Joy to your gardens of love.
Image of the Goddess and Daughter by Katya Filippova