beginnings

i peer into the chasm
the depths of dark enfolding
a single hesitation
then weightless rushing silent

from here
the other side
from here are dreams made reality
are thoughts made action
and darkness bears truth to light

for her knowledge is mine
her memories my own
we are one breath
one life
one voice

in the darkness deep
our earthen bower
we dream
we dream...

i speak.

DreamSpell

In one hand,

the silver moon

In one hand,

the golden sun

Until we reconcile the two

Night & Day

Dark & Light

Mother & Father

Woman & Man

How can you dream of peace?

How can you live in joy?

How can you speak for truth?

This is a conversation from the depths of the earth to the far reaches of space.

Timeless and Present.

I am the Sibylla.

I speak for the Mother.

Who shall speak for the Father?