
To her offspring the goddess perpetually speaks. Her voice realized by those who Wisdom seek. In your own words. her voice can be heard. Of the profound mystery, It is she who holds the key.
Ideas realized
Like breath in the wind,
the disillusioned see not
the three gems within.
Profess how I long, Through metered song To rhythmic tick and every tock Of celestial cosmic clock, That counts by years, A turning golden gear, For thy scared kiss, Beloved, Eurydice, Veiled by chimeric myst Of the depths of hell, Where twice you fell. Forever together in heart, Ever in temporal plane apart.