Power Source

what is it like

to speak with the wind

as it lifts you on wings

to consort with the sun?

to be bathed in the light!

inhaled by the Earth

connected to Source,

feel your power, your worth

my vibration hums

with the song of the creek

the kiss of a breeze

cools a tear on my cheek

child of Artemis

running free

in the moonlit meadow

by the sacred tree

or on the seashore

dashed by waves

collecting shells

on a sun-kissed day

important work

imagine! create!

paint with starshine

let your Goddess-child play!

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