The Quickening

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The living flame within my heart,

Dances and Whispers your many names.

Ancient One, Goddess, Mother of All,

Thank you for guiding me to hear your call.

 

I stand by the waters of my many tears,

Reflecting, scrying becoming a seer.

I breathe deeply; I breathe your sweet air,

Finding my voice, letting go of the fear.

 

I kneel down before your sacred fires,

Getting Burnt, gives me insight to see the liars.

© Astarté Earthwise January 2015

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