The Woman & The Mountain

She became the mountain.

Years in devotion to the mountain to real(eyes) she was the mountain all along.

Hearts woven together in Union. Beloved Union.

The woman & the mountain.

The illusion & spell of separateness broken when she stepped away to s e e the truth.

The woman & the mountain woven together in union by the invisible force of Love.. threads of prayer, flower petals adorned with songs of Honey & Love.

The gift of a shift in perception is radical.

ever giving, ever flowering, flowing, infinitely abundant.

The illusion of separation now shattered for her to see she was the mountain all along.

The prayer, the offering now given & offered to the Garden of Her.

The Garden of Life growing within.

Re-minding, returning, redirection, resourcing.

Hours, days of love, devotion poured from her heart to the mountain.

Hearts woven together as one.

In Union.

Maiden, mother, queen, crone.

Woven at the roots, peak to peak a soft gentle harmony now guides her sweetly.

The songs of the bees from the lands she one knew..

The great remembering, ever unfolding, flowering petal by petal, blooming softly.

Simultaneously dying & rebirthing herself every moon, to remember a little bit more each moon, she is the mountain all along.

The mountain is her.

Never separate.

Allways together.

Woven in union at the roots.

She drinks the melted crystalline snowflakes that the mountain artistically created.

Flying together on the sweet winds of the rockies.

Sharing the songs of the lands that may seem so far apart, but are only a breath away, through the Chalice door of her Emerald Heart.