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ode to artemisia
your pungent and bitter bite beckons me into my taproot
awakens me to the fullness of my essence
by drawing my attention
to what exists beneath the surface
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you accompany me as i navigate the depths of the sea
the dark of night
as i re-member my lunar nature
moving with ebbs and flows
waxing and waning
cycles and seasons
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you teach me to listen to that which cannot be heard
to see that which cannot be seen
you are my compass in navigating the landscape of my dreams
in rekindling my ancient connection
with the wisdom of my womb
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with you i learn to listen to the stories of my ancestors
whispered by the celestial bodies above
with you i have courage to linger in the darkness
that fertile place that is the source of all creative expression
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