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Do not assume her, neither heart nor soul,
she is not ours–perhaps is not her own–
she’s ancient far beyond imagining
and from strange lands and distant waters grown.
Born once of pain and purified by loss
and scarred by grief and tempered now by fire;
she is a blade of metal purged of dross
and wielded by naught but her own desire.
Do not assume her; her way is not ours.
Hers is a path with homes in heaven and hell,
And she will do as she must do. But still . . .
remember the Gods forge their weapons well
I do not know who wrote this, but it stirs up something deep I associate with the two women who I had the opportunity to share time with on my recent trek. Probably most meaningful is the line "Do not assume her." To honor the uniquesness of each person with whom we connect, to be able to allow for the exploration of that connection, to pursue the gifts inherent in that intertwining of spirits precludes judging or diminishing the possibilities. I recevied priceless gifts and am very grateful.
10/31/2005 6:17 am
I was just listening to Billy Joel's "She's Always A Woman To Me." or at least I think that's the title. |
Anyway the, "Do not assume her" resounds that theme of the complications of a woman.
Lovely piece, Ravyn.