SACRED SHROUD

Oh why has father let me sleep? For today is to be a day of jubilation. Darkness meets my eyes and stiff linen envelops me.  Why do I smell the sacred incense? Where have I awakened?  I stumble through carven doorway.  My cry for my mother, a hoarse whisper in my throat.  Bewildered and unfeeling I glide.  Traveling great distances under swollen moon.  At last, below the sacred Nile and a great congregation of lights.   I hasten to meet my lover as agreed upon this day.  Joy surges through me as day approaches.  Nut births RA; in glory he enshrouds me.  I raise my arms to give thanks, to give praise and see . . . I am but a wraith dissolving in his light. ~~Thy Daughter, A.G.Muilenburg

Nymph Grace

While my heart is drowning to unbend

My soul I train to stay whole and true

Transmutation rushing forward on the wind

Altering my inner song to gain a better view

I rise a dragonfly in my next life

~~Thy Daughter

CARAVAN OF SOULS

It is so cold here, there is no fire down inside
Let me touch your face so I know that I was alive
Drifting with this caravan of souls I have dismissed how to pray
Intent on weaving the dark and light never reaching grey

I see we are bound on the tracklessnes of eternity

Sharing chaos's wild dance with self, needing connectivity

An angry desire ripping the door off the vault of creation

Spinning in chaotic order my threads of future destruction

To start again tomorrow my creatrix spirit cries

~~Feral Goddess