Like the Phoenix, she rises again.
the ashes represent her past.
They lie on the ground,
flying
away into the calming wind.
Like a Scorpion, she
stings.
her needle makes a direct hit.
They feel the pain of
her wrath,
her point has been made.
Like a Horse, she runs
moving quickly through the fields.
Her hair blows with the breeze,
her beauty and grace is in her movement.
Like a Butterfly, she
flutters.
Her wings, small, yet powerful.
She flies through the
air,
gliding across the sky, looking down at the earth.
Like a Woman, she heals.
She restores with transformation,
strength, courage, power,
speed, grace and with an open mind.
All and nothing, beautiful
focus,
nurturer and executioner,
power and softness,
this
woman embraces her mission.
Copyright 2009,
Spiritualitygirl
