Creation
She
walks alone in the land
of nothingness, wondering
how she came to be...Not
remembering the moment
before or if there was
such...
She
feels the storm coming,
knowing it was she who
called it into
existence...The air is
warm as it caresses her
unclothed body, she
allows herself to
experince each whisp of
its touch...
The
thunder roars in the
distance, its quivering
echo reaches into her
being, a smile softens
her face, her heart
pure...
Only
her thoughts keep her
company in this world she
now nurtures as her
own...Never does she look
back to what might have
been, nor ahead to what
may come, here, now, in
this moment she stands
fully Empowered, knowing
all Life is hers to
create or destroy in but
a thought of her
dreams...
The
skye darkens around her,
black with streaks of
violet blue, racing aross
the heavens seeking
eternity, its intensity
grows...Life and death in
but a single moment of
time known...
She
rises from her knees to
stand before him who
seeks her this day in the
storm, her arms lifted to
honor the ancient ways of
her knowing...
The
rains wash over her in
gentleness, bathing her
in silky wetness, Her
spirit now fully awakened
as she chants her song of
Life, the chant of the
goddess within rising to
be birthed in this
world...
She
meets this challenge of
he who rides the tides of
the storm, lightening
reaching down to take
her, to own her,
demanding her obedience,
merely to taste of her
mystery...
Her
chanting whispers carried
into unseen worlds, words
of power unleashed,
brought forth once more
to this place and time...
Her
truth has never forsaken
her, nor has she forsaken
the path of its threads
since before the
beginning...
Calmness
rushes across the
nothingness in sultry
shades of temporal
shimmers, leaving all it
touches in complete
surrender...
She
is that which commands
the Heavens and Earth
into being, sweet flowing
waters of life spring
forth from the sacred
temples which honor
her...
In
her chaos and destruction
exist for she is all that
has ever been, all that
shall ever be runs though
the veins of her
immortality...
She
is Creation in the flesh,
alive and free, and this
is her dance, her song,
of life...
All
hear her whispers in the
silence of nights dreams,
listen closely and know
she speaks to you...
"Awaken
Oh Dreamer Of Life,
The Song Of Your Spirit
Awaits To Be Sung As Only
You Known Its
Melody"
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