A Woman
She is.... the cycles of moon time,
the rise of the tide....
the nurturer of innocence,
the memory of those who have died.....
the fires of Pele,
the winds of Shakti
race fiercely through her veins,
a wilderness creature, shunning bridle and reins...
her face shines.... high on the craggy mountains
and her voice cries out. in a thunder, which will not be tamed...
her finger tips on fire...
she is the lightning, which will not be blamed
She slips through moonlight,
to live in your dreams....
with.the fragility of dew drops
she weaves the spider's web with cosmic seams
She consorts with warriors, emperors and kings...
holds beggars to her breast...
strips bare liars....
until .... naked...
they lie gently in her nest
Power becomes her...
Love defines her....
Patience wraps its arms around her...
KNOWLEDGE lives within her.....
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