My eyes flash open in the middle of the night, sparkling and awake; it is now that I am becoming.

The first light of dawn breaks, and my consciousness is drifting, caught in the webs of my dreaming self; it is now that I am becoming.

Frost tickles the blades of grass just beyond my window pane; it is now that I am becoming.

I will not turn away when my heart speaks truth; I will not turn away when the Great Goddess whispers wisdom into my ear. I am Her song, and the notes are falling perfectly into place.

Compose me, sweet Goddess. Make of me a beautiful melody. Make of me a whole symphony exactly as You please.

This body is a temple; it is the vessel You have given to me to serve You with and to communicate unto You. I will not pollute Your creation when it was Your kiss that birthed me.

Please bless my wings with Your holy breath, sweet Goddess. Teach me how to unfurl them, and soar; it is now that I am becoming.

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