She is the deafening silence of the snowfall.
She is the breeze that makes the wildflower petals dance.
She is the hum of the honeybees at the hive.
I feel her thoughtful vibrations from deep inside.
I could not feel her before.
She is the guide I have not yet known.
Evaporate the veil that was only ever a mist of fear
Burn bright the flame that cannot be extinguished.
Burn bright the flame that expels all doubt.
Her profound, deliberate steps become mine.
The earth trembles.
The goddess awakens.
She is grateful to love.