Women circling the fire
Ancient ritual of the ages
Calling forth the inner flame
Of oracles, seers and sages
Something beyond space and time
No words can begin to convey
Residing in the power of now
The void of nothingness
Containing all possibilities
Who is she who bruises my bones
Filling the space my drumming excavated?
She is wild and fierce
Ignited with the fire of becoming
Her feet are planted in eternity
Hair entangled as the forest glade
Her eyes blaze with intention
Dare I allow her to come forth?
What might this personality accomplish?
What worlds would come tumbling down?
What parts of myself would be allowed to rest
If I say “Yes” to her birth?
She impatiently awaits my permission.