I walk in sunlight, walk in shade
And walk in every kind of weather.
And, when I’m bid, I tread the glade
And walk with Artemis together.
And so, the Huntress and her prey,
Each set aside their isness.
But, when we meet another day,
We both get down to business.
And then it’s kill or else take flight,
As if we’ve done no other.
But, either way, we spend the night
In clinging to the Mother.
When everything is said and done,
There’s no denying all is one.

Photo by Bruno Kelzer on Unsplash

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