She is the goddess,
all-receptive and coagulating
eternally to shift with
our rhythms, our wants,
our needs.
She is as old
as all the dark rivers
that coalesce into the
perfection of the sea.
She is the lady
who opens herself
and ushers us onto
our golden throne,
and urges us to drink
from her ******
chalice.
She was alive in the Way,
and in the Water,
and in the Moon,
and in the Blood
of the Ages that flows
still in the veins of a
hidden world.
She is the perfect wife,
the wise crone,
the impetuous harlot,
ill of temper and all-forgiving.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
She is the goddess,
all-receptive and coagulating
eternally to shift with
our rhythms, our wants,
our needs.
She is as old
as all the dark rivers
that coalesce into the
perfection of the sea.
She is the lady
who opens herself
and ushers us onto
our golden throne,
and urges us to drink
from her ******
chalice.
She was alive in the Way,
and in the Water,
and in the Moon,
and in the Blood
of the Ages that flows
still in the veins of a
hidden world.
She is the perfect wife,
the wise crone,
the impetuous harlot,
ill of temper and all-forgiving.
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