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.