She swims with the Moon westward to her inner horizons...
that wind around the edges of her own Seas.
The deep waters run silent in the deepest dark nights...
where she is has no weight,
is absolutely flowing by insight....
intuition her own wave.
She is the many face of the Moon...
that shine and shadow her inner Art
and big gracious, expanding, galactic, warm, noble heart.
poem of The Gypsy Priestess
― written by Duff
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| The Sleep by Catrin Welz-Stein |
There are times when words cannot express the gratitude
that overwhelms me with profound love for those who adore me so...
May we all be seen, and heard, and known, and loved so true.
With love ―
Leesa | The Gypsy Priestess
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