Happy Solstice 
I have slept for ten thousand years.
Now I stretch and waken.
They are calling, calling me, and my heart leaps to greet them.
My forests my hair, the grasses my heavy eyelashes. They call me, and I waken.
My body bedecked with a million flowers,
And these many breasts of mine, the mountains joyfully rear their tips.
I long to suckle my young. They are calling. They will know me!
I want to embrace all the sad and lost.
All the wrongs that have been done, to me and to my children,
My hands shall doom them to death, and make them right
I am the defender of every mother, as I am the defender of my holy self.
Earth, Mother am I, the only one; life springs from me. I carry the seed of creation.
And I awake!
(with respect to Z. Budapest)
I have slept for ten thousand years.
Now I stretch and waken.
They are calling, calling me, and my heart leaps to greet them.
My forests my hair, the grasses my heavy eyelashes. They call me, and I waken.
My body bedecked with a million flowers,
And these many breasts of mine, the mountains joyfully rear their tips.
I long to suckle my young. They are calling. They will know me!
I want to embrace all the sad and lost.
All the wrongs that have been done, to me and to my children,
My hands shall doom them to death, and make them right
I am the defender of every mother, as I am the defender of my holy self.
Earth, Mother am I, the only one; life springs from me. I carry the seed of creation.
And I awake!
(with respect to Z. Budapest)
voss:
I'm a smidge late but happy solstice to you my love.