LOVE
Mystical-rhythms; Heart-beats
In her Womb, your earliest Melody
Primordial Sounds of Joy!
Sacred-egg, Fertility
White-Mother-Goddess
The White Angel
A Young Maiden in Bloom
Dance! Fairy! Dance!
In the Radiance of Mystical-Union
A Soul-child Descends from Heaven!
Her Flowers Split-open...
The Maiden is now in Full Bloom!
Coming into this World, tears-crying!
Her Embrace like Honey-fragrance
In this World of Seasons
You are Her Most-Precious Jade-Mirror
She teaches you everything subtle
The Secrets of the pine shoots and flowerlets!
The Poetry of the elves...
and that the World is in everything
Playfulness, Desire and Passion
She is so Proud to See that
You are flying with your own Wings...
One day, after Seasons of Poetry
Life Cycle, in Full ring!
Spiritual Death, her earthling-body Perished!
Fecund Mother, Fertile Soil
And when she dances/moves through the Clouds and Dreams
a Ceremony that will neither be forgotten nor repeated
Receptive in Symbolic forms, the Rain cleanses her Shrine
in the same way it Cleanses your elvish-tears
Can you feel her Loving-kindness in the cold Winter-winds?
Poetry written by Bérangère Maïa Nathasha Parizeau
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