High Priestess

She,
My high priestess inside,
Is standing always,
Present and strong,
For full-conscious being-ness.
With cat-like yawn,
And arching back,
She attacks neediness,
Smallness, pettiness, lack.
She lives relaxed,
And non-attached,
To cherished outcomes,
Transforming emptiness,
Into freedom,
By bringing mindfulness,
To hurts and ailments,
So suffering releases,
And separates from pain,
Giving rein to,
Untamed, limitless wildness.
Her force flows,
Through heart-beat veins.
She is core of Earth,
And center of flame.
She is fierce protector,
Of connection to Source.
She pierces falseness,
And sharpens claws on pretense.
Coming to know her,
Is pure gift and awe.