A woman moves

The woman moves...
Her petals transition
with a haunting beauty.
She enters into motherhood
with a gasp of wonder.

Her days pass
with a harmonious
passion and acceptance
of what is light and dark.

She is conscious of her whereabouts,
the weather, and this something
of which she feels
is about to become
known. She waits
and hopes for truth.

Miracles occur all
around her. Pure beauty
of the truth
through her child grants
her peace. She rests
in the arms of love.
She slips off into a dream.
Her talent multiplies and her
vision becomes clear.

Death and Recognition.
Environmental Awareness
A connected balance
of three shifts
to a path for one.
She goes on...
with faith.

Transitions
and knowledge have
brought you here.

You have been stripped
of your identity
of your place.
But with skills...
you will love what it is
that you do.

Finger printed by fate..
the wondering soul
struggles with having
a sense of place.
What was once so ingrained
has dissolved into a
view of a thousand little
tiny houses, set on a hill
in the distance.

Certainly, I will
find myself here, she thinks.
A place of warmth and love-
a groove.

The thousand little tiny houses
looked back at the woman
staring in the mournful bliss.
They reflected her soul
and everything went quiet.

She reflected inward
to find darkness.
A light of soft round
diffusion appeared
only to reveal itself
independent of pain-
But energized by
personal truth.
She found shelter
and planted some seeds.

Now there is a new woman.
Her shape once again evolving
into a most magnificent
complexity. Her form
is different-more advanced.
She has moved again.
The gesture of discernment
awakens and the woman moves once more.