swollen, smooth, tight
lips of the rose

openning
to the whispers of the moon

Crystal Ball

Crystal Ball within the
Perfection of Maituna
Coming from the Centre
Where breath becomes energy
where Earth receives the seed
Completely Feminine
Completely Still
And Giving
Like entering the center of a flower
Like caressing butterfly wings
Like sensing the eternal perfection of clouds
Like experiencing the gentleness of the spider web