Bosoms of the Earth Mother

To live you must die before you are dead,

And to die when you die, do so before, they have said.

I walked with the giants, gods of the past,

I’ve seen what they’ve hewn from the great mountain’s path.

Macchu Pichu towered like a crown in the sky,

Yet to the Temple of Breasts drawn was I.

There she stood, but a carving in rock,

Struck from the ground like a flaming shock.

I wandered around you, gazed at your eyes,

Peering out from the past, brave and yet shy.

Milky white bosoms honor the mother,

Of all of mankind, every sister and brother.

She honors us all with her life-giving love,

And nurtures the Earth from the heavens above.

Yet not for some sexual arousal, her breasts are shown,

Only the truth she displays to guide us all home.

Awaken your spirit and fly to the skies,

And be with the ancients, those who’ve gone by.

Don’t grovel and bend down to the Earth,

Look upwards to heaven, be filled with her mirth.

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Here are some of my personal pictures of my trek up Macchu Picchu :) I was forever impacted by the odd breasts carved in the ground near one of the buildings on the hillside.

I hope you enjoy :) Please let me know if you enjoyed :)