We are the sacred memory forgotten upon Earth. Invisible threads of love are woven into our blood. Below the stars on the golden fields of love, the moon makes us remember an intimate taste of God. We are walking prayers, in circles we dance. Silent echoes of wisdom purify our song, we mirror the hidden sacred mystery of beyond.  

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 dances with the dark shadows of life, the touch of fire, the bliss of a kiss and the truth of our burning inner desires.

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. 

Let us remember who we are, dear women, daughters and sisters. The blood within our veins. The whisper within our soul. The love by which we create life. Let us loosen our hair, be free, walk barefoot on the grass and touch mother Earth below our feet. Let us embrace our men and bow before their strenght and magnificent spirit. Let us breathe into presence with our beloved children and follow the joy, when it expands. Let us give ourselves in the sacred art of love and honour the grace of life, when it dances.

New moon love

New seeds are planted 

The water is love

New moon love

She calls upon the one 

Who breathes within her blood

Come; come hold my hand

Take me to sacred land

Untouched and unbroken

The priestess has spoken

No more questions

Life reveals it all

She listens to her heart

Knows the sacred whisper

The touch of love

The silent moon when it calls

We are called to merge into our divine promises of love.

Come, lean closer. Let us dare to be vulnerable and reveal the inner truth of our hearts. Let the fire burn and the moon cast a spell upon our spirit. We give birth to our children, we are the choosen givers of life. We are the vessel through which spirituality touches the Earth. We are women. We are sisters. Let us come together and rise.