November
A Poem by Mother Maggie
© 2014 Mother Maggie
Author's Note
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Twirling dervish
crimson and gold
churning roaring
paints this chaotic landscape
I--laughter of madness
dance in the quickening
howling! shrieking! shouting!
challenging the chill winds
embracing the tempest
loosing all thought
I am one with the raging storm
loosing all
I become all
torrent—tempest—treetops tipping
pulling me! beckoning me!
riding the cold breath of Gaia
I AM THE STORM
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Added on December 10, 2013
Last Updated on January 11, 2014
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Mother MaggieVancouver, WA
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I'm a writer, artist, musician and activist who lives in the Pacific Northwest--a region known locally as Cascadia.
I'm also an ordained minister through the Universal Life Church who follows and h.. more..
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