| The Planting Of Mother Earth's Navel |
| Every spring, when the ice breaks on the creek Ando ur long sleep ends, a powerful man Goes forth to the sacred center of our village. He stands there, enjoying the awakening land, Greeting the return of Father Sun, Asking him to bless our fields And for the rains to come and our crops to be good. This is the time for the Planting of Mother Earth's Navel, A time for seeds to be carried into her sacred core, A time for the source of all our blessings To be honored by songs and celebration. The Planter Of Mother's Earth's Navel is a holy man, an elder who Stands with his seeds and waits For Mother Earth's Navel to hear his greeting. Then Down, down into the center of Mother Earth's Navel he goes, To the place where dark becomes light, to tender green, And in this place finds reverence. One by One, he plants Seeds of hope and regeneration into the deep sweet body Of Mother Earth. When the Holy Planter is finished, we rejoice, Knowing that our crops shall grow tall because We have planted Mother Earth's Navel with our dreams. |