Wisdom Women Dancing:
There is that time
every day
when the light dims
and the door sighs softly
as it closes on the day.
When the bright moon hovers
under the horizon
not yet ready to leave
those over the curve of the planet
to the rising light.
The mysteries begin to gather
waiting,
shuffling into play order
in which to be told.
Taking time, allowing space
for each other.
She, Wisdom Winder collects the playlist
tugging the thread
back to ancient libraries
gathered by generations of women,
Wisdom women dancing.
Shadows grow longer,
fires are kindled for warmth
and the scrying of the flame gazers.
She Who holds the scroll
begins to unwind
Playing out the mysteries of deep story.
There we are
Smack in the middle of the wisdom line
drawn from the mystery lines
through to our frontal cortex.
Excitement shaking us
hanging onto every word,
every action and expression
as the Legendary Self
is storied into Being.
‘It’s in the stories”, she whispers,
‘After the light dims
and the fire is lit
and the women settle to listen,
only then will She dance
her feet stamping the rhythms
of women’s wisdom
throughout the cosmos.
It’s in the legends of all
Legendary Women who have
gone before.
Acrylic on canvas 30″x40″
Visions of Clarity 