I will be leading the Revelation of the soul. 

The conscious creatrix sees one in All

It is her duty and divine right 

To cast away shadow 

And worship the daylight 

She is a lover of it All

A muse 

Who will choose

To shift and bemuse 

The misused and mistreated 

To heal and completed 

Prophecies of old

 She is the one for whom you have long been told 

Will arrive 

And thank god let me tell you

This woman is wise

She is kind, right on time 

Brave, courageous, strong, and divine

She is the one you will want to lean on

In the pain of harsh times

She will sit with you there. She is not afraid of the darkness. 

She only sees your light. 

Illuminated by you in the middle of the night. 

Be careful, she is the sun to seeds. 

She is the hand to weeds. 

The ancient gardener. 

The women who weaves

Sweet lemons and bitters

She understands the sanctity of sugar 

What is means to run infinitely sweet 

Infinitely deep

Infinitely you

Infinitely me

She is the in-between 

The seen and unseen

You’ve probably heard her in the wind

When you read the thought of a friend

When you close your eyes

And call out an unnameable name

She is the one whom your lips both call and refrain. 

But to whom you are eternally connected 

She is your light and your darkness no longer dejected

She is you resurrected 

She is the flame 

You cannot contain

She is the earthen mother 

Who gave you your name

She is from who we all spring

From the headwaters of this sacred dream

She is every, but no material thing 

She is the creation that we all bring. 

Music: Satisfied (Ambient Reprise) - Catching Flies