Am I willing to take those steps –
Hesitant journeywoman on this path?
Am I frightened of the desert –
Bare and acrid with nothing to love?
Am I seeking the spring, the oasis water-rich –
Cool and shaded by jade-green palms?
The path of the Desert Mother is not a walk,
Not in a garden –
But aware of the extremes, senses open and
Knowing, grounded to the earth.
She will make things grow.
She will make the spring flow.
Deep inside us.
A clear stream sings,
With Her song.
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