in that still space,
between the rising and waning,
waxing and setting.
until the heartbeat of the earth
reaches up into her core
with its raucous, teeming, wild, ragged beauty;
its roots cracking
the hard stone
just enough
for her to begin softening into
what wants to be born
in us,
through us,
and for us.

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