An Ecliptic Union

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There is so much more to Spirit
Than is contained in any book
They’re taking our sacred mother
And dressing her down,
to be overlooked
Grandfather - Great Spirit
There is this terminal state to change the people of the world
Cry out to see her face
This rumbling overtaking
in sounds of thermal rage
whilst sirens are copiously waling
To drown out the people’s pain…

Do not forget your divine mother; 
Her spirits stirs in the rushing winds
her voice calls to you
In the crimson leaves of sunset-kissed trees
Behold the sacred and balanced union
Yet to come
The Moon & Sun
Equal and one
Mother & Father; 
an ecliptic union