Primal Urges

Great Goddess, who art Thou?
There is something pagan in you…
Something primal in us all that
We cannot shake off.

You live in the age of idols.
The past, never dead,
Flames again in your mystic
Hierarchies of stardom.

Voices of the glorified urge us onward.
They who have passed from
The semblances of time to
The realities of eternity
Call upon you to advance.

And forget not that
The earth delights to
Feel your bare feet…
That the winds long to
Play with your hair.

Your inner sunshine warms not only
The heart of the owner,
But all who come in contact with it.

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