By the blood of the dark sister
I flew on the wings of smoke
To stand before my mothers
The earth beat against my breast
As the sea roared in my veins
And cleansing fire consumed me

And I was given:
my truth is my own
my path is mine to walk
my name is mine by right

The Master's frightening one-eyed
countenance became
touchable and kind
The Dark Lady's exotic shape familiar
Pyramid crystals amid the
sweetgrass
hold mysteries
and yet not
Because I am more than

Do they see?

Flying into the crystal cave I am
again reminded
to remember
that I am more than
Feared and fearless
Healing and whole
Filled with the universe

And beautiful to behold.

04/16/2010

Posted on 04/17/2010
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