Poem: Whole

She did not despise her humanity.
She gave it a place to occupy.
She honored it as a divine expression
And embraced it with tenderness.

She is her own creation.
Mother to herself.
Daughter of the universe,
Womb of the void.

From silence, light was born.
From light, darkness was born.
An infinite dance.

She is the creator.
She is the creation.
She lives and enjoys her own artwork.