I am ancient mirrors lying
with their backs upon
the uncharted land
reflecting the endless open sky
while stars rest unseen
and cotton clouds float by.
Find me Hecate so I can
ask for a shimmering path
not shadowed with the question
“Who Am I?”
A path lined with Matriarchs, no longer
hiding their power
beneath their stained mattresses.
Matriarchs unafraid to see their beauty,
beauty, the energy of the soul embodied
(not beauty fabricated by fear of the soft round bellies
that make all of human life possible.)
I choose to let myself
and welcomed by the burning hearth of
my inner sanctuary
leaving me to the winged life
undestroyed by seeking the other.