here at the edge, i wait
for sisters to hold my hands before the leap
for kissing the child of my soul before the transformation
for the eclipse that brings the darkness
to signal the journey has begun
Baba perches on my shoulder just out of sight,
whispering the secrets of her silk warp and weft
no matter where or how far out you wander all threads lead back to the core
all stories come from her belly and she knows how bring the light how to find the fire