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Grandmother, please make me bread | poetry inspired by GoT logion 96

breathe in + breathe out


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logion 96

The Father’s realm can be compared
to a woman who takes a tiny bit of yeast,
folds it into dough and makes
great loaves of bread out of it.

Whoever has ears for this, listen!


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Come, Grandmothers
Come, Grandfathers
Bundles of magic and hoops of willow
Yeast in a small pouch
Herbs
Water + Fire

Fold into me
Desire for secret knowledge
Knead me
Work me and
Let me rest

I don’t want to eat
these systems’ garbage anymore
I only want sunlight and water
I want to be the bread

Creator, Tunkashila Christ and Holy Mother
May it be so

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