She
I don't know who speaks to me
but I hear her breath
Innumerable things are whispered in my soul
every day
every hour
every minute
I feel the warm of the sun within me
and the cool of the moon without
My heart hungers for healing
my head for knowledge
my body for freedom and power
I don't know if she can give me this
but I hear her...
I see her...
I feel her...
5 February 2003