She is smoke
She moves with the brave moon
and remains in the fallen shadows.
She weaves with time
and protects with distant words.
She steadies on the windchime
and lays in muddied pastures.
She carves steeples for Wisdom’s Current
and tucks prayers into the mountains.
She is the reminder
and the return.
She sings to the stones
and dances in the fire.
She awakens in the heart
and breathes through all veins.
She cries in laughter
and drinks from the streaming tears.
She lives within your expressions
She is Woman. Sacred. Wild.