From Bardic Offerings...

[garden_pixie]

She Calls to my Spirit

This is more an inner vision than to a particular deity



She calls to my spirit from the shadows
From the blackness within I hear her
Face cragged like the high mountain peaks
Shrouded in the grey of winter morn
Veiled by the deep passage of time
Her fearsome gaze penetrates duality to its core

With one hooded eye she sees the oneness
The ultimate unity of the web
Winter storms rage, life recedes
Like an old woman gathering kindling
She stoops to gather her treasure
Priceless gems, the seeds of life

Onward she journeys, staff in hand
Tap, tap, tap
And each footstep brings death
Night storms destruction and decay
Still she travels, still she gathers
Then lingers to view her bounty

And in that briefest of moments
Her countenance is changed
Illumined by dazzling pure energy
Essence of life dancing in her palm
I see radiant features of beauty
A pledge of life to be


Phil