Moonstone Dreams

Hate is held

in the cauldron

of creation, to be

transformed.

A Goddess

knows that She

is fear.  As

Woman, her

intrinsic power

is a container

for everything

that can be.

Only the lowest,

the strongest,

who have been

ripped apart

and born anew,

died over

and over

again, who

stand up

for magic

and the

long view

have the hands

of the Goddess~

to receive,

to give,

to form,

whose

reflection

is fear.

My papa

told me

the line

between

tragedy and

comedy is

fine.

Nature

is change

is fluid.

We are

looking

Death

in the

face and

holding it

as only

women

can.

 

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