There She was.
Sitting on the lotus of my heart.
Perfectly poised between the sun and moon.
A fire burning brightly.
Held in the sweet pot of dedication.
Slowly, She fed the fire.
Swaha her only song.
Offering the best of Her essence into the light of the Divine.
One eye open.
Two eyes closed.
The sweet melody of OM coursing through her body.
The only reality was the one experienced in the silence between here and there.
One with the universe.
One with the forces seen and to seen.
Existing in the whisper of a Divine song.