Discovery of the Silent Goddess

Alone figure sits on a hill,
Clothed in a simple robe.
She is still and shrouded in peace.
She is the one whom exists within me,
guiding me wil silence.

Tress blowing in the perfect breeze.
Silently sitting, eyes closed observing everything.
Gentle is her smile,
and words when spoken,
though hard to hear,
hit home with much force.

Flowers grow where Her gaze falls.
Her embrace brings healing and balance.
Her breath carries with it the promise of good things to come.
She is my inner self.

I do not want to sit with Her.
Because she is always with me,
Here, Now and Always.

She has always been with me,
always listening,
always guiding,
I do not always listen,
but she is patient with me.
She will still speak with the same voice till I listen.

When I do sit with Her it is like looking
into a dark cave,
the cave of your Mind, Body and Soul.

Thought I say I do not want to sit with Her,
Really I do.
To better myself and learn about who I am.

She is my Goddess in a Garden

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Made: 7/24/12 @ 01:54 - 7/27/12 @ 02:17

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