I am the Weaver
Enigmatic, seductive, and fierce
I am the power in silence, not in your compliance
I am the scream, the tempest, and the grace of dust settling into rubble
I am Mother
I am Lover
I am the polar, sacred Other
I am what nurtures the grounds of barren lands after their destruction
You fear what you don't understand
Messages fall flat on deaf ears
The cause is not lost
Only delayed
Meanwhile, in its place
Is a brewing storm
One of riddle and paradox
The storm of creative violence
In order to reap, we must sow
In order to sow, the soil must be turned
To become fertile with ash
The wreckage must be burned
I am Human
I am Goddess
I am the Divine Artist
Bold, yielding, and suggestive
I am the Dreamer
And I am the Awakened
I am the Creator
And all of her Creations
