"pulsing gentle rhythms that bloom her mystery 
In tempo with the moon she reveals herself in phases 
Her adornments not a mask 
but a mirror 
a portal to revelation
Luminous with intention she builds herself a ladder to bliss 
a golden thread tracing her spirit among the constellations
As ivy climbs the sculpted goddess she softens into wonder 
that such power could reside in 
so gentle an embrace"