Poetry
Isis
By Sibyl Moonflower
Queen Isis teaches me
That I too am Queen.
My body is her sacred body,
My thoughts the stars in her sky
Through which she sails her Moon boat,
Borne by the winds of inspiration
And the current of creative passion,
To her lotus palace of dawn,
Where she shelters me with her wings,
Enfolding me into her golden radiance,
While her feline eyes calmly watch
The tumult of the centuries,
As the Falcon inscribes his
Invisable wheels
In the air above the pyramids
And so this,
Star of wisdom
Rises and sets,
Rises and sets.
The Littlest Flower, The Largest Hope
As the small lily - white rose
opens first, to catch the sun
upon her tender face. Gentle
golden rays across the
fertile Earth, a gift from the
Great Mother.
Gentle the breeze, tilting
to and fro the tender lily - rose,
a golden hue surrounding each
passionate petal.
Fields, green with Nature's
ressurgence, a power to the
trees, bend and sway, the
ladies heart.
From the blue - airy 'bove,
a radiance of hidden sight flows
and forms, angelic hue.
Of grace and style, with golden
crown and ocean orbs, the
gentlest of a caress,
with pure - morning's golden
light surrounding.
Blessed Be,
Blessed Be.
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