The Goddess as Beauty
what is beauty?
beauty is that which she brings
the goddess within
the goddess without
to her
to she who listens
it is the whisper
from the beginning of time
of the Mother
of the Virgin
of the Crone
she is beauty
she is beautiful
we are beautiful
we are beauty
I
the goddess
am beauty
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The Rose As Goddess
the rose
so fine
so exquisite
is she
who is me
the rose is fragrant
of a piece
the rose is that
which
I
aspire
to be
perfect
perfection
the velvet of touch
the rainbow of colour
the fragrant rainbow
I hear the rose
grow
to be
a woman
the goddess in full bloom
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The Red Rose
she reminded me of the time
when I was whole
the time before patriarchy
when the red rose
was
she reminded me of the sweetness
the innocence of life
when I was the bud
the maiden
she reminded me of the fragrance
the sweet perfume of life
when I was the bud
in full flower
she reminded me of the time
when I was whole
strong
in my power
she reminded me of the time
when he was whole
the consort
the partner
the lover
male and female
within and without
in harmony
she reminded me
of who I was
of who I am
mother
crone
and holy ghost |
I Carry The Rose Of The Goddess
I was the child
who was crucified
left for dead
slain
abused
spat upon
torn asunder
But now
I am the child
awake
stirred
heard
I have felt the warmth of her breath
of the Goddess
and nestled to her breast
She has awakened me
I give back
The crown of thorns
It is not my size
I give back the cross
It is no longer my burden
I carry the rose
Of the Goddess
I carry her beauty
I carry her light
I am she
Mother Crone and Holy Ghost
The Virgin Mary
Morganna
Beauty
I am she
The Goddess is Alive
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