She is a priestess.
She plants a rose in the desert. She calls upon rain in the dry shade and
bows to the windy breeze in a storm. In her prayers new seeds are tenderly born. Pervaded by light, like a flame she burns in the night. Dancing with her beloved, close to the mystery of God.
She feels the silent cry of the human soul, the longing and grief, an inner song, a melody of beyond. She has danced with the dark shadows of life, the touch of fire, the bliss of a kiss and the truth of our burning inner desires. Like a blessing
she has seen the hidden mystery of God, she knows the true taste of sacred love.
She is a priestess. Not ruled by religious dogmatic systems but dedicated to spiritual practice,
blessings of mercy and love. She is a living holy vessel, who serves the spirit in all. In deep intimacy with the breath of existence she opens the bridge in between the hidden divine mystery and the living human soul. She embodies the feminine essence of
magical beauty, the Goddess of wisdom, truth and love. She has a breathing heart of gold.
Her body is her temple. Love is her prayer. Nature is her home. She can be named a seeker, a healer, a dancer
and a writer, a teacher, a warrior of heart, a mother and a lover of God. She carries the seeds of creation and mirrors the mystery of love.
She follows the depths of an inner call, never denying
the sound of its voice. She listens to an inner song, moves herself with deep compassion and grace, humble and yet so fiercely with a fire so strong. She has removed the veil of illusion and is no longer caught by its false images and shame. She images the
blessings of the One without an earthly name.
She is a doorway. She bridges the unseen and seen, the mystery, visible and invisible. By knowing her we know ourselves. She dares to see, she dares
to be. She calls us by heart. Come, come lean closer. Merge into the breath love, dare to be free.