::  W e l c o m e  ::

She Meets Herself"

In the ebb and flow of the tides of the soul,

In the rhythmic pulsing of the life’s blood,

In the exquisite grace of the Mother’s blooming,

In the fragile disintegration of the heart’s encasement,

In the annihilating longing for the beloved’s gaze,

In the descent into darkness and the emergence to light,

In the burgeoning fullness of the child’s innocent becoming,

In the grappling with the pain that pretends to be true,

In the gently wild flowing of the blood mysteries through the body,

I am born anew to love’s living moment.