Meet Me in this Moment, this Body, this Breath...
She who would burst into flower....
Must first become full....
And carry her promise....
Even in the desert....
So that the fruit of the Mother's womb....
May cover our table with goodness....
And the world may rejoice...
with the women of the New Earth.
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