Shin’ah

Space, sweet space

Void of creation

Beauty for which

every creature under the sun,

catches its breath.

Sweetly, gently…..

With the grace of

light dancing a ballet,

as a lover of love, itself.

Primary Feminine,

divulge your mysteries…

Your daughter waits at your feet,

smiling to you,

as if watching you put on

red lipstick for the first time

did you witness,

my lips move in unison with yours?

Unconscious of myself,

I was born to walk in your footsteps.

Sweet Mother,

I welcome you with love,

fresh and innocent as the very spirit of Spring!

Loving your power and your many charms,

for all of creation

begins

with

you.