There are times I ask the Goddess,
who abides within my heart,
for answers to higher questions —
mystic wisdom that She can impart.
Once I feel Her rise within me,
in my mind, I see Her smile.
She’s privy to all that could be;
She has access to everyone’s file.
And She whispers the secrets of sages
though I hear only what I’m to know.
She divulges Her wisdom in stages
and relates what’s most needed to grow.
While requesting facts and figures,
there are times She will reply
though having the gift of prescience
doesn’t mean that She has to comply.
If my mind is filled with chatter,
what She says might not be heard;
when filtering through gray matter,
one can easily miss what’s conferred.
And She whispers Her guidance with kindness,
knowing frailties, in mortals, reside.
Self-identity signifies blindness,
yet expansion of Soul turns the tide.
As the years go by, I listen
much more often than I ask.
With Goddess, I sit in silence
since serenity lowers my mask.
Once I’m free of noise and worry
and we’re sitting face to face,
Her counsel is far from blurry;
all the pieces can fall into place!
And She whispers of how I am cherished,
that my purpose is sacred and true,
that when all misconceptions have perished,
I’ll be certain of what I’m to do.
And She whispers, “The earthly illusion
that sustains separation must die.
When humanity values inclusion,
you’ll see life through the Goddess’s Eye.”