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For years now, I've been trying to find the source of this little blurb of poetry:
… one night
there’s a heartbeat at the door
Outside a woman in the fog
With hair of twigs & dress of weeds
Dripping green lake water
She says, “I am you
And I have traveled a long distance.
Come with me, there is something I
Must show you…”
She turns to go, her cloak falls open
Suddenly golden light, everywhere
Golden light
It's Woman Who Lives Under the Lake by Clarissa Pinkola Estes - author of Women Who Run With the Wolves.
I'd sit here & drink tequila til dawn again but I have to go to work tonight.
… one night
there’s a heartbeat at the door
Outside a woman in the fog
With hair of twigs & dress of weeds
Dripping green lake water
She says, “I am you
And I have traveled a long distance.
Come with me, there is something I
Must show you…”
She turns to go, her cloak falls open
Suddenly golden light, everywhere
Golden light
It's Woman Who Lives Under the Lake by Clarissa Pinkola Estes - author of Women Who Run With the Wolves.
I'd sit here & drink tequila til dawn again but I have to go to work tonight.