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by Silver Wind 6/12/05 |
| You are the gentle breeze that take my Wandering spirit to the new dawn of enlightenment, And the howling storm driving me To pursue my dreams. You are the hearth fire that gives me Warm sanctuary of family and home, And the roaring flame of desire and Passion that drives my life's path. You are the babbling brook outside my Window that lulls me to sleep at night And the waves that crash, the fluid that flows, Awakening my intuition and essence of woman. You are Gaia, Mother Earth, that which heals And is stable, foundation for my workings. Yet, you are the quaking and shaking ground beneath my feet That stirs my complacency when I forget my purpose. You are Goddess, my true Divine, the One who Brought me out of the darkness I created, out of the Life I allowed myself to be trapped.. You are Goddess, my Divine. |
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