When she first came to me, she was a voice emanating from a twinkle shining from within the darkness of the night. She called herself a name which meant “Secret of the Rose.”
She spoke to me at first in cryptic verses and then eventually in poetry easing me into a truth I would later embody. She was the voice of the result of a destiny that was yet to unfold.
She was my more perfected self, some might have called her my higher self, and yet for human minds to best understand she can be described as my future self; the self that I only would become through allowing the light of your being to touch my soul.
Meet me halfway between the pillars
The rose unfolds her secrets
The circle spins sacred songs of renewal
The Fate of the Kalpa is upon us
~AR