7. Medea. Incantation

Baby, can you hear me? Can you see me, baby? I can see you…

Fresh in the miracle of birth
Your eyes were the universe
The magic of life
is in a single bond
Mother and child
Mother and child

I'll touch your face
I'll reach through time and space
The fabric is woven
with a single thread
Mother and child
Mother and child

Mother of the night inside us
Show us the dark, the strange, the unborn
The weak that will be strong
Mother of the light that blinds us
Give us wings
OPEN UP THE SKIES

Wind
Listen to me
Hear these words
Carry them to the trees
Shake the branches, rattle the leaves
Roar down the mountains
Whistle and wail through crack and crevice
Sail across the oceans
Pound and hail with surf and rain
Sweep the plain, sweep the desert
Touch every animal, every bird, fish and reptile
Feather and scale, leather and fur
Bugs, spiders
Snakes, toads
Bushes, lichen, mosses
Trees, vines, weeds
Earth, claw, wind and bone
Thunder, lightning, tiger, stone
All things powerful, all things bold
Young and old
All things free and all things wild
Bring back my child