I think the real sacred geometry is the symmetry of her heart
That burns with exquisite compassion
For all creatures, whom she considers teachers
Who can guide us with their wise action
In the forests of the spirit she silently dwells
In a quantum of solace, a magic bubble
There her passion swells and wells
Awoken by Love's rabble
Cantering over the planes of the world
She looks deep inside every straggling soul
Tries to show them their truest path unfurled
To make them feel nourished, whole
Without her I would not be able
To break free from the spirits stable