You are my guide.
You give to me burdens I have to bear, misery I can’t escape, teachings silent and blank. I am born of you, but for you, I will birth new life.
From my womb, the rivers of your unconscious will flow. I will be more yours the more you let me go. And the more you let me go, the more I will hold on, to our lineage, to our blood’s plan.
The more you let me go, the more I will run for help to our ancestors, to those before you, who gave you life and made you who you are.
You will once again be my child.
Spirit of Tara 