Blue Woman





Blue Woman
Paints the caves
Blue Woman
Holds the knifes
Blue Woman Fiery eyes
She tends for birth and those who die
Blue Woman knows the signs
Blue Woman weaves the signs
No straight lines
Infinite lines
Blue Woman
Never dies
Bare breasts
In Winter skies

She’s the fading ground of seasons
And the Earth beneath the floor
My bones
Tender ashes
Shall rest
In your cave nest
Once as before

The grave of the beauty
The stone of the wise
We are all crafted
To be one of a kind

Empty wide open to hold
Nothing to loose
You are who you are
Not just the fate you choose 

Image: Sara Baga

Dark Mother









Dark Mother
Paints the caves
Dark Mother
Holds the knifes
Dark Mother
Keeps the strings to the tapestry of all life
Dark woman
Fiery eyes
She cares for those who birth and die
Dark Mother knows, she makes the signs
You’re free to fail and fall and try
No straight lines, cycles and tides
Infinite lines
Dark Mother never lies
Naked breasts in winter skies
She’s the fadind ground of seasons and the Earth of pulsing floor
My naked bones shall become your cave once more
Craft my soul and the soul of the world
Nothing to hold, nothing to lose
You are who you are
Not just the fate you choose