News from the universe:
The egg is shattered!
The mother's ancient water
has finally broken.
What was inside has been born
as space-time.
Twelve moons, a galaxy of hands
to sculpt the curves of space,
all spewing from one gust of
your shamanic breath.
The names of the Gods
are no longer required
to indicate how your eyes
gaze into themselves,
creating forest dances,
leopard songs,
each teardrop a talisman
for the warriors of the rainbow
whose translucent wings
carry your emerald pollen
out of the void and
into the garden of our dream.
Artist: Pablo Miguel
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