by Motavenda Melchizedek
What is a woman?
Am I a woman?
The Moon. Now she is a woman.
And who is this woman. The Moon.
I must ask her to teach me. To tell me of womanhood.
Of how to be. To live as a woman. To show me. How to be
wholly and completely a woman.
She is beautiful. This I know. The Moon. Gloriously
beautiful. And she is my friend. And I am
tremendously grateful to have a friend as
gloriously beautiful as she. Receiving me. Always.
She is there loving me. And knowing completely. Who
I am. The woman that I am. And she is my friend.
And never ever does she feel anything but love for me.
For she know the beauty of the woman that I am.
That I am pulling forth from deep within me.
Into being.
And it is she. This beautiful woman moon who is
my teacher. She who shows me the rhythms of my
being. The power of my truth. The depths and
the force of my emotional self. She calls me forth.
She pulls me forth from deep within myself.
And I love her. Completely. As only a woman can love
a woman. Knowing so intimately her power and incredible
kindness. For giving so immensely to me. For showing me
myself.
For being the moon.
