she yearns ...
this Goddess yearns to display her resplendant dress , to cast her silky yards with quiet grandeur as she walks across her moss-filled path , yearning to tread, ever so sleekly, brushing past sacred tapestries , to purr and stretch like a leopard amidst dangerous Beauty ... yearning so deeply be fed by Nature again ... this heart aches for the jungle's exotic trance ... its sultry feathered calls ... crying to return ... to be free from the firm clasp of the material world ... free from the Hype and the frenzy ... praying for the world to Hush ... to hear Silence ... to rest in her Promised Sanctuary ... just for a few elusive moments, as Swift as the joyful reflections that dance off her jewels ... she asks to return ... to nourish her Soul, to greedily suckle on the Mother's soft bosom, hiding playfully in her Embrace ... so she can Dance on her toes again in the madding crowd, returning back to society in a Whirl ! ... Her Spine erect, and a heart that's replenish