Gowned
in forests, veiled in wheat, river eyes and delicate hills your
shoulders under their shawl of stars, hemmed by the Milky Way; beloved
Earth you are, and sky you are, creation and a bride you are: yet,
lovely mirrored one, you are but a reflection of the Light, an echo of
the Silence within...
You are a shadow of the uncreated Beauty who dwells between my heartbeats, awaiting the kiss of longing. The real Bride of my soul is She whose ineffable face you resemble by becoming, but never attain in Being.
O Goddess Earth, I bow to you in reverence, not in worship, because you are the planetary angel of Her, but not HerSelf. She is the mystery prior to your breathing, the well of darkness before the waters, the mistress of Silence before there is a Word.
Whoever said, 'Let there be light' was in the mirror, but not the mirror!
You are a shadow of the uncreated Beauty who dwells between my heartbeats, awaiting the kiss of longing. The real Bride of my soul is She whose ineffable face you resemble by becoming, but never attain in Being.
O Goddess Earth, I bow to you in reverence, not in worship, because you are the planetary angel of Her, but not HerSelf. She is the mystery prior to your breathing, the well of darkness before the waters, the mistress of Silence before there is a Word.
Whoever said, 'Let there be light' was in the mirror, but not the mirror!
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