She is a Priestess
She calls upon rain in the desert, 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 touched the dust in the abyss, spellbound by the shadows dance. She knows the touch of fire, the truth of our burning inner desires. Like a blessing she has seen the hidden
mystery of God, now she knows the true taste of 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 like a fire of beyond. She has removed the veil of illusion and is no longer caught by its false images and shame. She knows the One without an earthly name.
She is a doorway. She bridges the unseen and seen, the invisible and visible. By knowing her we know ourselves. She dares to see; she dares to be. She calls us by heart .... come; come closer, merge into love;
dare to be free.