Deep mama medicine
in all her divine
beauty
where the fertility of pure life
exists
cradled in the cave
of her ever changing
vessel
with this privilege
we witness the rising
of her womb
her nipples darken
in sweet symphony
of her growing breasts
filled with gold nectar
sacred symbols imprinted
upon her skin
translate
whakapapa
ancient song lines
from the cosmic stars
to the depths of
her waters
her fabric markings
ripple the ways
in which
she has traversed thresholds
only
the fierce and loving
know how to pass through.
She is your Grandmother
She is your Mother
She is your sister
She is your daughter
She is you
She is me
@photography_by_ria_
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