Nourish our roots with ground of love,
Drinking deep; from below as above.
In this hallowed ground we place,
Our Mother's formless, timeless grace.
The dying plant releases seed,
Rising again to meet our need.
The Mother feeds us from her breast;
By this we know we are thrice blessed,
Fractal songs: your deep embrace,
Vibrate here throughout this space.
Hail and welcome!