10-Sister Silk

Effortless enigma in the droplets of her smile Carefully abandoned to the wind Ancient rhythms like the ocean tides that shape her style Penetrate the surface of her skin

Tracing seven sacred stars and setting them aflame She floats a spell, aloft ascends a dove Harboring the secrets of rebirth and death the same And using them for stepping stones to cross the pool of love

Speaking in forgotten tongues of hope and midnight blue Jaguar lays his head down on her knee As she runs her fingers over endless sands of time Laying down her beauty she is free

I walk down a sandy beach where no footprints have ever tread The chanting roar of the water playing the rhythm of creation And I speak in low tones to the spirit of the ocean, the moon and the tides Here is the mother of all things From where we came, back to where we return One ocean ever changing One ocean ever the same