Sit please, Relax, I am the only mother you have: mother of all tribes and races.
Mother of river and tree, who spreads open perfumed petals.
One of sea, one of sky to birth each wave each day, each night.
Mother of 19 moons. Teacher of distance touch and inner healing. Mother of your brother the word, your sister music. Their true name is unknown to you, their own child, until they are gone.
I gave my body to the ravages of rebirth until my blood turned green.
-A portion of "For Kwan Yin" by Aaren Perry
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