Feminine Awakening

Tender, mellow call
of the mystic's dream
is unravelling me
in the pastel painting
of this rising moon

Layers of my soul
are peeling back; all I know
is unfurling as
the blooming rose
let's go of her wild thorns

And so I sing for
the delicate balance
of energies, pulsing
swirling in my blood
surrendering in my soul