Veils have ever been our womon symbol
to dance to mate to grieve to withdraw
our rites of passage, our transitions
to become the Goddess
of Moondark. of Croning. of Death.
What do you Dream when the Veil thins ?
do you hear the weeping of an ancient tree
or of the spider who’s lifework is lost
do you face the winds,
the tunnel between nightmares and death
do you know the agony of emotion
exploding into shards of color
do you bleed as they pierce your flesh
do you see the faces of your grandmothers
as they give Birth, as they die, as they discover
how many can you name
how many know your Name
do you dream the lives of others, blending your
self with their pain until you
must stand and Name yourself again
or be forever lost
Will you whisper to me your secrets?