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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