Enigmatic Weaver

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