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

breathe in + breathe out


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!


Come, Grandmothers
Come, Grandfathers
Bundles of magic and hoops of willow
Yeast in a small pouch
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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