Poems as Prayers from the Ancient MotherShe does not shout. She whispers.Through wave and womb, through dream and bone.This is the voice of Mu - the First Mother, who sings not with sound, but with resonance.Within these pages lie the prayers of an ancient remembrance.Poems that rise like mist from forgotten lands, songs woven from starlight and coral, echoes of the great silence beneath all form.Whispers of Mu is not a book to be read -it is a transmission to be felt.A return to the mother within the Earth, within the body, within you.Let these offerings be a soft drumbeat beneath your skin, a tide returning you home to the first breath, the deep pulse, the luminous darkwhere all things are born.Come close.Be still.She is speaking again.