In the flaming becoming
I am birthed anew
Slipping under my skin
Like a sacred knife
The Divine reconstructs me
Charting the dwelling of my soul
Softening my corners
And roughing my surfaces
Knowing the stars of heaven
Are now in my eyes
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green
May my countenance reflect
The radiance of the Uncreated One
Let my heart utter the words of power
And render the Song of Renewal
Oh grant me the gift of revealing
The Beauty of Becoming
A sacred fire for the soul
For daily we ignite into newness
~~Feral Goddess, A.G. Muilenburg
Hope is a fragile thing
that suffers to be heard
Drying it's new wet wings
in the sacred air
Wishing to fly
Wanting beauty and love
To be waiting
Anxiously desperately...Hopefully
A few cosmic breaths later
And the shimmer of sacred splendor
Rushes forth seeking my hidden parts
My heart is illuminated and my KA fed
~ ~ A. G. Muilenburg
At the threshold
Of all worlds I stood
My heart enthralled
Like a veiled guest
A stranger to this realm
Witnessing sacred becoming
