One of Earth’sOldest magicks Are wise womenWho sprout like weedsThroughout generations.Churches and powersCan try to control and exterminate them thru radical means.Yet even disconnectedFrom Ancestral Knowledge,These women will sprout and grow into the Collective WisdomTo tend, nourish, heal,And start spreading…Rhizomes ready, Seeds scattered Everywhere.Blown by the windSavored by soilWe find our wayTo Mother EarthAnd Know.