My child, either of or not of my womb
why do you throw yourself to lust
let love find you, it shall in due time
fret not the hour or day

Lift yourself from the fog and darkness
break free of the chains that bind
bind your mind, body and soul
blossom only to the Sun

Feel the water as it bathes you
feel Mother Earth at your feet
drink of cool spring waters
pick the herbs and flowers

Be not idle my daughters
read of history and poetry
weave baskets and paint
keep your mind and hands busy

For wasted youth will not return
an apple picked before its time
withers and dies alone
guard your love, your womb

We are mothers, the medicine women
the teachers, the poets and artists
loose desires are but a fleeting moment
but true love lives on for all eternity...

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