Her mysteries are awakening
seeds planted are flourishing across the land
her priestesses are remembering
blood mysteries
our codes of love
a riddle curled in feminine telling,
a mystery in our hands
scented with oils, and roses
dirt of the roads on our feet
artistry in the making, a mystery in the retelling
remember. remember remember…remember...HER
holy sacred one… of the red veiled way...lover of god, wisdom stone, holy grail
she who transmutes suffering into wisdom,
flower of Gnosis
nourishing nourishing nourishing she remains
sprouting up, the mantel of our womb wisdom now
collectively, we invoke, to build:
a brighter future of love courage and hope
She has invited you…
no one will be left out of this celebration, everyone has a place at her table, no one is hungry, every child held
the mandate of the sacred, written in our longing hums, for healing
in the life blood, DNA…divine feminine awakening…the heart healed, lovers reunited
her daughter's all here, her priestess draw near…..back and back and back an unbroken chain of womb wisdom…that is what got us here…
Stop and listen now, become silent, open your heart…there is a voice subtle and unshaken…communicating communicating, communicating…We are here.