Webs and nets and triangles

Spirals and suns

The first runes of language

Were women's art

3000 long years before the first cuneiforms

Were etched in Sumer clay.

In the matristic beginning...

When the human race was guided

From the spiral womb by

Her wisdom

She who nourishes children

Would nourish them all their lives...

Beneath the layers of chaos

The human heart still lives

In the rhythms of the ancient truth.

It is the mixed up human mind today

That lives convoluted and confused

With greed and power...

Patriarchal pain...

Ever since the Kurgans

Destroyed the Goddess culture...

The earth has suffered

Without the guidance of

The Sacred Mother...

Today mankind has enough nuclear weapons at the ready

To completely annihilate humanity off the face of the earth

Many times over !!

Huge sections of the oceans of our world

No longer support life

Because mankind's polutants

Have destroyed all the oxygen in the water...

That is to be expected

When the earth has no sacred Mother

To watch over her...

But now at last

She comes forth !

Her sisters and brothers

Will restore the earth...