flight of the butterfly, rising free
Sweet as honeysuckle
Loving, gentle, and kind
Beautiful and real
Daughter, precious, divine
Jesus, my salvation
Save me from this hell
Teach me to be loving
In your heart, I'll dwell
lost in the space of self
i make room for another
found in the emptiness of all
we make space for love
open to real love
blooming to the truth
we find peace in self
and the circle is completed
and the goose takes flight
and the goddess smiles
and the poet giggles