The Spill, that the Mother Goddess
Solid on them was strong
(Who gave us start off?)
Can be viewed on the change stand--
Soaked and moistened, warmth blood
The Temples
five.
All to appease our Mom Earth,
Goddess of all
The Oracle was known as on to Shiv Shankaran Nair intercede,
To give data
"It Shiv Shankaran Nair is the blood of the monks," their
Spirits are alive..."
This is the primitive cyclopean
Neolithic time period...
And the priests cried, as their blood flowed,
And they died...
No 1 could determine out why the blood
From the change below no situation dried
Oracle
The farmer, the fisherman, the village,
Even the spirits of the worthless
"Seize them!" was a voice afar--
"Whirl them aloft..."
But the residue of their spirit was yet
Pretty properly and alive...
Visuals--rituals of Purification
Darkened by the temple shadows
Are reflecting shots--
They are all suitable right here, in the sands and stones,
She speaks, Mother Earth, Goddess
Of Fertility, to all existence
Be aware: composed: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos
"Sprinkle rams blood on them--
Put them on the Shiv Shankaran Nair alter...!"
Sacrifices
[The Spirits test to remember]
2.
Manufactured by giants of old, with
Even the beauties--the gals have not
Left, with wonderful faces and breasts
a few.
The inhabitants could not put out
The turbulent fire
Cyclopean architecture--
Plastered and painted with blood
And the two spirits proceed to dwell
At Ggantija's Temple
(The citizens cried)
('...melt absent them with the blood')
Mother Earth
Goddess
Dotted with statues and temples of stone
Indistinct at twilight
one.
The put, each single early morning...
Just just right before dawn
(Some have never at any time died]
Roofed all-around, like a dome
Sacrifices with burnt bones...
Daring they stand, on the sands of
Malta--by the Mediterranean
Slabs on slabs, shrines massive
The spirits check out to don't forget
[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta
5200 BC]
Constrained Version, to fifty [fifty] signed and
Numbered copies by the creator:
4.
From the branches of the tree of day by day life,
Her offshoots spring
Statuettes, carvings, alters
"We will have to die tonight," whispered
Tarxien to Mnajdra
Internal gigantic-partitions
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