riding a mare
she came across the swamps and mist,
her dark cape flew,
her arms were bare and wind-kissed,
I know I heard her voice: her songs
that crossed bridges
from world to world
manifest and unmmanifest
with the essence of truth.
Take the mountain path
ride through the sloping valley
to the open hearth
hold her in your embrace
see in her blessed face
sacred nature shine
grace womanhood divine