For Munay

How you became a mother
Is written in the trees
Of the north.

How the young warrior wanderer
Laid down her stick on the earth
To hold a little ones hand.

Now this seed
Is growing to a tree
And you stand here
With wide wild eyes
The wonder

It is hard sometimes.
Cherry blossoms become cherries with toothbreaking seeds
and then in the winter
you just need a lot of care
and cherry-marmelade-creme.

Autor*in: Emilia Tapli

i believe that the children the visions and art come from the same place they come through the heart. through that we can carry them those creatures those souls. as mamas and midwifes and fertilize soil. my music:

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