Bountiful Harvest

She came whispering words of silver that ran through my mind like water on a parched throat, when she was done the view was different.

In the deep Earth a serpent sleeps coiled three and a half times around the pillar of the soul. When coaxed from her sleep She ascends the spiral path to find the spinning wheels of light that connect us all.

Eyes shining bright from the blessing of the earth, we honor you to bring a bountiful harvest this year so that we may feast on the glory of our Mother.

All Hail and Honor Shakti, Sita, Lakshmi, Sarasvati and all her incarnations
All Hail The Mother Goddess