Goddess

Woman, beautiful, whole, complete, From the tip of here nose to the base of her feet, Passion, burning, peaceful yet alive, This beautiful woman will know when she’s arrived, Through darkness and fear, she’s travelled her road, Had many a burden, too heavy a load, Born with grace, poise and posture she bore it so well, Forbearance her baggage, with no one to tell. A snake girl was she, it slept in her spine, But now she’s a woman, its uncoiling time, It stretches, and moves, sending messages out, Her mind knows confusion, worry and doubt. Her passions they soar, growing deep and intense, Love for all men, making her troubles immense. Her body it would quiver with needs beyond knowing, As the snake’s gentle love through her body was flowing. Thoughts turned to feelings, her way she could see, The light, blue and perfect was the guide of the free, Worship from her lover, sends her mind gently reeling, Bringing knowledge of the whole, others love she is feeling. Love, adoration, of this woman oh so fine, Brings joy seeping gently, clearing out the mind, Ecstasy, pleasure, release, from bodily confines, The Essence bathing lovers, no term can define. So love her, adore her, cherish and you will know, The love that’s within her, through your body will flow, Passing as lovers, so gently entwined, Free from the world but in wholeness combined. So Goddess take all that is given, breath it deeply within, Return it as love, compassion of all things, Forgive those who hurt you, doubt you, it’s their way, No words can they find, for the things they would say. Your beauty, a gift, given, accept it with love, It’s come from the awareness of others from above, It surrounds as you move, leaving love in its wake, Your duty to no one, no promises need you make. Live life in the moment, no thoughts of the past, Your life wondrous, Essence sweet, youth it will last, Take care of the temple, the home of the snake. Once uncoiled you’ll never know, backward steps how to take. Be kind to all man, let love from you glow, In the faces of others passing, it’ll touch, it’ll show, This rising was a gift, not all women will ever see, So accept it from the lover, the snake who set you free. Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Jun 05 2002 02:11 AM PST    18 • 0 • 13