Healing. The pristine moment. Of realisation. 

Like a pin drop in a silent hall.

A gasp of awe. 

The awareness. It comes. 

It is. Pure, vibrant simplicity.

The old narrative erodes away

The new clarity unfolding in beautiful synchronicity 

The delicate and profound balance.

We seek, gather, realise, 

When it is essential

to our growth and power. 

Trusting, trusting a knowing. 

A flicker then a falling star,

Make a wish, it is true.

She holds us in her beautiful way. 

She is all knowing. 

We follow the path

Lead by the guide wire of our navel.  

It travels, from the depths of the womb, 

Into the depths of the foremothers.

The knowledge and integration of wisdom.

The be all and end all.

The is. The life.