Blood of my mother,
dark red glistening luminous life force,
washed on me as i birthed from her.
Blood of life,
my mother running through my veins.
cup of Goddess,
moon woman of divinity.
Ancesters feed me with their blood,
all the way back!
strong dark mother earth,
labour of blood.
I give my blood,
once for a week ,
a sheding of my snake skin sexualy renewed.
I walk free,
knowing that i am me,
free free free!
my blood in thee,
me and thee,
sweet communion of my femininity.
Clothed with the moon,
priceless perfect in the small light like apparition.
Ella Brown 2010
We all come from the Mothers,even if we do not bleed monthly, we have all been washed in the blood blessing of our mother at birth, that is the real communion!
we pass on our sacred blood to our children and any blood we shed is a blessing back to our earth from whence we cometh!