like springs from deep within the earth
that slowly bubble through
the heart of the sacred feminine
is as old as time, not new.

woman power, mother goddess
there was a time back then
it was the way the world was run
long before all things zen

look at the ancient frescoes great
it stands out bright and clear
that woman was the worshipped one
the one atop the tier

long since dormant, the power of she
her story became his
but time’s a very cyclic thing
for us daughters of isis!