van die grond leer sy die ritme van wind en water
grond waaruit vrou klim om haar vel ten volle te voel
grond sing haar lyf uit elke hoek en porie
tril die vrugbaarheid van grond regdeur haar voetsole
grond is bly om te voel hoe diep vrou haar spoor trap
sy druk haar lippe en bors ferm teen die aarde
voel die vibrasie van minerale krag
sy weet dit is 'n mite dat sy getrek is van die rib van man
haar binnenste sê vir haar dat sy gegiet is vanuit die rugstring van berg
from the soil she learns the rhythm of wind and water
soil from which woman climbs to feel her skin fully
soil sings from every corner of her body
trembles the fertility of soil straight through the soles of her feet
soil is happy to feel woman treading her spoor deeply
she presses her lips and chest firmly to the earth
feel the vibration of mineral strength
she knows it is a myth that she was pulled from the rib of man
her gut tells her that she was forged from the spine of mountain
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