She is a priestess.
She plants a rose in the desert. She calls upon
rain 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. Her spell is like fire. The untamed bliss of a kiss. She reveals 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 unfolds. She opens the bridge in between the hidden divine mystery and the living human soul. She embodies the feminine essence of 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 by heart,
a mother and a lover of God. She carries the seeds of creation and mirrors the mystery of love.
She is pure naked in her truth. Yet, there is a mystery in her song.
She moves herself with deep compassion and grace, humble and yet with a savage fire so strong. She reveals the veil of illusion. She is no longer caught by its false images and shame. She embodies the blessings of the one without an earthly name.
She is a doorway. A mystery. A portal in between the unseen and seen. The eye that turns the invisible visible. 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 of love, dare to be free.