Songs of the Loving Earth

  Mother Cedar Sings the Cycles of the Loving Earth.  We dance and we dream.  We draw our sustenance from the story of Life Returning.  Old supports new with body and breath.  New supports old with beauty and stamina.

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She tells

 
These fine ladies are holding the ground at a bluffside park in town.
You can tell by their fanciful smiles that the whole neighborhood stops by to chat.
And get the latest on who's been seen picnicking nigh.
The stories are fit for supper or a leisurely afternoon tea.


As I waved goodbye the ladies whispered their love for the two legged kind.  For in pictures they live on, in stories Divine.

 
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Fir Stands in the Mist

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Hemlock

Hemlocks have the softest of Spirits.  Gentle, welcoming, soothing strength.

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She Reigns

In slender Greenbelts the Majesty of trees reign.  And my heart reaches out to the place in time where her whole costume is green, not just her belt.

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In her Shadow

  In her Shadow I am dancing


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The White Wizard

She is a White Wizard against the blue sky of magic.
Her waving wands whisper the dreams of your heart
out into the great wide open.

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The Willowing One

The Willow has a mystery all her own.
She soothes.
As we sit by her loving arms and weep.
My heart finds rest in her twisting trunks and cascading, willowing locks.

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Dreaming into Being

 Her Body is a Dream Machine.  A portal to the Dreaming Mystery.  Beauty created by the mere act of being.
She brings me to my knees in pure surrender.  And I flow my salty tears at her feet.

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Her Heart is Pink

 The Life of Her above the ground, radiates color, light and sound.
Her waiting arms reach for the sky, while my heart sings her loving cry.

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