Immerse yourself in the lake of time’s embrace;
lapping waves of memory’s sharp sting caress,
and salt flavored tears that have ever flowed
from soul-struck pain and selfless outward questing.
Remember that the Goddess guides the trickle flow
from your bold heart to the ocean of rebirth.
and of this will his spirit be guided on ….
Lost – ever tossed in turmoil and fearful chaos,
we yearn for an escape from bitterness of pain.
The womb of our spirit growth may seem too small
to nurture the salt rubbed sorrow of lonely.
Fear not, sweet sister of this flickering Light.
Senses and soul here born will expand forever.
for of this will your spirit be guided home …
. . . . . . . . . .