As Sojourners on the spiral of time
We wait for the Mother to gestate
seeds planted before the cold of this long winter
this chaotic Dark Age that seems to have no end.
We are natals waiting for the world to give birth
to its next future Being.
Soon it will be time to call for the midwives
to bring to light
a new Life
We are eager to celebrate the event of natality
Mother Earth. First Ancestor. Regeneratrix.