An offering unto the pedestal of thy womanhood.
Some petals, some dried autumn leaves, and
some dew drops,
and yes, my soul too.

You are a gift unto your own self,
the mistress
of this grand universe.
You are all that exist.

Not a blade of grass sways without your wish
Not a flower blossoms without your love.
Not a bee hums without your voice.
And not a breeze flows without the fragrance of your breath.

You are that which we worship
the woman, the mother,
the lover, and
the eternal enchantress.

You are the Life.
And you are
this very moment
I live in.

//8th March 2002