Poetry and music 
are the flowers of our Father
Mother’s eyes are serpents
and she binds them to her daughters
keepers of the dawn
dream their longing into song
only freedom and vision
can balance the Giver's mission
while wise women give birth to warriors
sages offer seeds and silence to the Sun
burning candles and incense
water bowls are filled with floating petals
and copious copal censors 
recklessly shape-shift
into sparkling moonstone necklaces