In Awe

I bow

 

In Reverence

 

To Her

 

She knows exactly what is needed

in every moment,

Exactly who She is for

 

To some, She gives

a drop

To others, a flooding

Some, a tsunami

To some, a gentle river

Lapping waves, and

Crashing

 

She doses her medicine

In the perfect amount

 

She goes where she is called. Where she is desired. Where she can feel echoes

Of herself

 

She is cold and bitter

A fire in the dark

Mountains

 

She dresses her arms

Like clouds

Around every bend

 

Her tendrils touch

where they are meant to

Her song is heard only

By those who can Hear

 

She has a depth, unreachable

A bottomless

Writhing

Pit

 

It is a Remembering.

She has endless capacity, endless

Flow

 

She cradles and elicits chills

At the same time

 

She wants union

She wants a Return

She wants her nature, expressed

in human form

 

For her, I open myself

 

 

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