From Starhawk's:
The Fifth Sacred Thing:

My love, you are a river fed by many streams
I bless all who have shaped you,

The lovers whose delights still dance paterns on your back,

Those who carved your channels deeper, broader, wider,

Whitewater and backwater lovers,

Swamp lovers , sun-warmed estuary lovers,

Lovers with surface tension,

Lovers like boulders,

Like ice forming and breaking,

Lovers that fill and spill with the tides.

I bless those who have taught you and those who have pleased you and
those who have hurt you.

All those who have made you who you are.


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