*perhaps, her tears are our own...aml..k

And so she is...
Aidin
Goddess of sensuality
Spiritual by nature
Natural spirit
Conceived of desire
Desirous of concept
The mother
As the spring unfolds
The rites begin
Aidin

Clutched 'tween her breast
A tear of the moon
Provocative
Healing
Clairvoyant
Her scent charges the stone
Making the bond
Convex, in diety
Profoundly lost
In the evolution
Of soul

Aidin
Her strength is her weakness
The weakness of caring
Too much
Of loving
Too well
If you seek her
You will find her
But...
Can you love her?

She's there,
In the moonstone
In the chakra
Sacral
And Sacred
Demurely blessed
Beknownst for her maternal
Beloved
By the stone
She wears
At her chest

Mixed with the tears
Of a thousand dreams
Of lovers, unfulfilled
She weeps
Knowing that
In the end
Love
Is all
That
Mattered

Not the material
Not the reasonable
Nor the practical
Only the union
Soulmate
to Soulmate
For everything else
Passes away
And all that remains
Is the energy of
The
Truest
Of
Loves

Blessings..Aidin