Wisdom, I Am

I have seen the face, of many men, women and children,

and I know of their stories,

those of joy, and those of heartbreak.

When they lean onto my body of Wisdom,

and shed their tears onto the soil upon which I stand,

I comfort them with the tale of when I was but a mere seed,

planted into the darkness of the soil,

and into the Womb of Earth Mother.

The journey of my birth and transformation,

of how my roots needed to journey further beneath the surface,

so that I may stand strong, tall and wise,

stretching my crown to see the horizon of her kingdoms.

Expansion of the soul, may be one of heartbreak,

but the seed of your spirit, is needing for your roots

to stretch deeply into the soil, as I,

learning from the pain of birth, and grow into it’s tales of wisdom.

I am the grandmother of ancient wisdom,

I am the knowledge of time that has passed

and I am the sweet lullaby of the heart of Mother,

as I dance with my crown to her winds of change.

I am you, and you are me.

© Sara Isabelle Marie " Photography by Beth Moon

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