The virginal quality is hard to resist —
the bright shine, the colorful glow,
the gleam of adventure ready to burst from within
Her innocence drips charm
toward those who want to form her anew.
Yet, the purity she carries is not naivety,
nor is it ignorance to the ways of the world.
Trust me, her nature leads her
to track like a wolf,
to see with the eyes of a hawk,
clever ideas spin in her dreams
The path winds, the road travels hard,
her blood pulses rich as new life beats within.
The trek takes her deeper, darker —
into the resources of herself. Sleeping,
shadows of her body wrap warm
around crevices of light. Waking, she
cradles the pain and joy together,
embraces the twins of her interior.
The womb heartbeat nourished
in the dark reaches of mystery.
Ripened wings move through the canal of life
to their expansion of flight.
Her potent quality leads some to resist
her low vibration, her auric glow,
her inner knowing she
holds close to her heart. Still,
she becomes the mother of her children. still,
she becomes the mother of all children. still,
she becomes the mother of herself. still,
she sends the dove of peace to fly through the world.
This, the mother journey—
an invitation for all to allow
the night to carve (once more)
and the glint of dawn to lead.
Merry Christmas to you and yours! Wishing you a beautiful celebration.