Heart of Compassion

My Love!

The gentle wind caresses my hair, making every strand come alive. Though I cannot see her, she brings change as as you know when she stays you can expect things will never be the same again.

She is thought, memory and the seeds of inspiration. She weaves patterns of light and shapes to create new waves of understanding.

She is free of form and lives without restraint. Carefree and unattached she combs the hills of tranquility, sometimes leaving nothing but destruction and barenness.

She shows no mercy and yet she soothes the wrinkles from my face and dries my tears for she is the Goddess moving her consciousness through me while exploring my deepest desires. Measuring time with thought, waiting for the perfect moment to captivate my dreams and seed them in the physical realm of time.