We are the sacred memory forgotten upon earth. Invisible threads of love are woven into our blood. Below the stars upon 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 make us hum our gentle song. We mirror a hidden sacred mystery of beyond.  

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. 

All our prayers turn stone into dust, only love remains.

Let us remember who we are, dear women, daughters and sisters. The blood within our veins. The whisper within our soul. 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 strength and magnificence. Let us breathe into presence with our beloved children and follow the joy, when it expands. Let us surrender to the sacred art of love and honour the bountiful beauty of life. Come, let us dance.

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 hold my hand

Take me to sacred land

Untouched & 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 embody 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 bring spirit into life. We are women. We are sisters. Let us come together and rise.