Circumstances compounded and the cord was cut.
Our connection to nature curtailed.
Seriously severed from source we turned to fear and faltered offline.
Brackets and symbols became our world creating columns of consumers.
Built on a shaky foundation of free trade we cracked as we sold out.
Yet another home stayed available where we could flourish and be fulfilled.
So we try to remember its eternal roots and evoke our maternal matriarch.
Never dogged with dogma but divine in her ways.
Providing protection and produce she serves shelter for our souls.
Her codes are not encrypted but vibrate like soft hums passed down from infant lips.
This breath calls up ancient memories.
No doctrines nor data needed.
A world structured and constricted appears abhorrent in hers.
Let us be guided back online to our true matrix by our only muse.