Photo credit: Christopher Beloch

Reflection of heart that knew no pain—or shame

As I detach from her sacred womb unprepared

There she embraces me with her arms open wide

In her eyes, ‘I am regal, wise, gentle, loved, beautiful,

I am her prize; all that a mother saw, need in a moment

Of void: Reflection of a heart that knew no pain—shame

She free me from her bosoms for growth, self-love,

With tears in her eyes—she realizes the Divine great one,

Will be my guide, my nurturer, helper, my comforter,

Her raising me was over, and everything changes in our eyes.

Empress Journee