The Goddesses call from before time began. My witches, my muses, my clan. Through and beyond the mountains, the sea, and me we remain, the Goddesses, we. Ancient women’s truth and lore Virgin, mother, teacher, crone and whore. Not time nor distance see us divided Not by lovers or husbands or brothers united We are connected by witches’ song From Gaia’s womb where we belong. Where the sea is born and the mountain lies. Where all and everything lives and dies.