The Quickening

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