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