Tuesday, June 13, 2017
I am floating in the hair of the goddess
I am the hammer in the forge of creation
I am the sea eagle riding the whitecaps
I am the oak tunnel to the heart of Ancient Mother
I am the dragon raised in the cause of light
I rise on shining wings to rejoin my soul company
I guard the birth of the divine child, in all times
- Howth, Ireland, June 9, 2017
Posted by Robert Moss at 5:35 AM
Labels: Goddess. shapeshifting, Howth, Ireland, Robert Moss poems
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Thank you, Robert. When I woke up and read this, I remembered a dream fragment: "WE guard the birth of the Divine Child -- in all times."
Thanks for your work.
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