The mists arrived last night.
In her coming she brought a world that spoke of mystery.
She shrouded the land, the trees,
till the seeing became not distant, but near.
As she spoke, she evoked memories of descending,
of arrival of ancestral time when the ancients
came through her, to Avalon, to the Sacred Isle.
And the worlds between her veils became as one
as she spoke of no boundaries - of no horizon line.
Fine moments of time in the stillness of no words
and the inescapability of being here.
And she touched the heart within me - finely, sacredly.
And love rose and flowed to all beings.
To those whom love was always there.
To those who hurt the innocence within me and the earth.
And the night stayed awake.
When day broke, there she was, still here
in her coat of thinness, whiteness, stillness.
Being who she is –
Goddess of veils, of worlds made visible.
Goddess of The Mists
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