My devotion is to Her.
My thoughts turn towards Her.
I listen to what She has to tell me.
My silent singing devotion, my poetry, is dedicated to Her.
I ask that She blesses and comforts me in my time of need.
I ask for Her benevolence, generosity, and fierceness.
Gifted with strength I will overcome this dullness,
And transform in the womb of my pain.
My own blood rebirths me each month.
I honour it as a sign of Her hand upon me,
Her heart beating next to mine.
This devotion grows stronger in me,
as I trust in the process of psychic death,
as I welcome change, and accept the fickleness
of my own internal weather.
Please, Mother, send me a dream to send me on my way.
Send me blessings from the darkness.
(Reworked from text, October 2018)
Nectarine blossoms with bee, August 2017 |