She draws doors
where there were none,
and opens new horizons.
She fills rooms
with light
by mere presence.
Her hands becomes claws when she needs to fight -
and her eyes sees in the dark.
Her wisdom is secret as a cat.
Quietly she moves among the old trees -
and their babies.
She uses the bridges of her visions,
the power in her pounding heart and
the communications with the gods.
Her love is a fire,
her flame is desire -
to be alive inside.
She doesn´t want much,
she demands only to live
in the power of the continuously moving oneness
of the whole.
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