God Herself, looking in the Mirror,
Mari our Mother, looking back at Her.
First love, first lust, creation in a smile.
The dance, the courtship, the embrace.
I watch it in my mind’s eye, from without, from within.
I feel the rush, the mighty rush, I feel the heat.
Desire, passion, all there is and all there will be.
I look out through Mari’s eyes,
I look deep into Her eyes.
And in those mirrors, I see myself.