not for all that teeters on the edge of my reality,
awaiting a sigh from the angels of the East...
But for the awakening,
the sweet rebirth,
they have already come to spark with it.
saluting the darkness,
for its gift of preSense...
Oh, how I feel me in my dance!
In gratitude for my sacred sisters,
gifting and guiding me,
with their instinctual song.
because now I've had a taste,
of the release for which I have longed.
for all of the moments that have lead me right Here,
in which I finally see...
and embracing the mystery.
And oh, how I cry...
In honour and in awe,
in whole-hearted wishing and yearning for,
the blessing of divine and true reflection,
in the women before me,
the women along-side me,
and all the women to come...
because I see you Mama...
And I am here with you.
I wrote this poem a while back when I was going through a very rough time ~ swimming through the eerily unknown, or more so the forgotten, spaces within my heart.