She rises from the river –
a culmination of my prayers
and tears, I suppose
Eyes glow with a ungodly hunger
Is she predator or night prowler
I wonder, frozen from fright
Disinterested in ego, ignoring
perfection, she multiplies
her energy frenetic
I try to harness her,
tame the primal, raw force
fear I cannot house her
But she is no one’s property
moves with fluidity, a shapeshifter
mythical in her stride
Like Eve, she is original sin
searching for deeper meaning
beyond this man-made paradise.
(Image and poem originated in a dream. Not sure I did the message justice but it begged delivery.)
One Woman's Quest 