Undressing the Veil
a poem
The black satin dress turns into a circle around my feet. I let go of the shape that made it beautiful to reveal what gave it life. Black satin is lovely but it does not beat the Love in my black satin eyes or the shape my Mother created when she let her maidenhood die to give me life. I hang up the evening veil and approach my Altar bare to listen beyond another veil all together. The candle casts shadows as the muse dances my hands. Tending comes natural when I am in my homeland. Queen to my Queendom Priestess to my Temple Devotee to my Dharma that mostly remains a Mystery... so, I continue to u n d r e s s to reach the core where TRUTH resides & my DAIMON rests.



I feel your power in these words.