My Goddess, my Mother, my Source is All.

She is the black of the primordial void from which all creation springs forth;

She is the brown of the alluvial soil that enriches and sustains;

She is the red of life blood pulsing through all living things;

She is the white of the moon directing the tides;

She is crystal clear and weaves through the world like a great snake.

Her skin is dusted with gold, enticing us into Her sacred dance.

I see Her in every face, every iteration of the great mass of humanity, every breath of the trees, every stare of the wild beings.

She is our essence, our hearts, our creations, and our remembrances.

She is our screams, our rage, our grief, and our demands of right action.

Goddess. Mother. Source. All.

~ Kimberly Moore