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.