SONG OF THE GODDESS
"Spring free"
She whispered
Her hands were fast
I could not see them
But I heard the notes
Inseparable
That made the music
Whirl from her instrument
Reunited
After so long
Through our dreams
Only a mother who dreams
Can birth the dawn
Only a mother who sings
Can birth the joy
A box made from fiber seed
Stood at her feet
The shining wood of her sitar
Like the spell of a revelation
And she sang
Awakening my voice.
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