Who Am I?

You look at me, questioning
Who are you?

I am quicksand pouring through my fingers
All possibilities existing at once
A wave crashing, fire sparking, wind dancing

A ribbon of change constantly twisting, curling
A cat with her paws elegantly a-tumble
Dangerously languid

The moon illuminating a rainbow in a crystal – for just an instant
The delicate scent of vervain and hyssop
The shock of icy cold water taking my breath away

The heat of my hand when She channels healing
Chanting that resonates into liquid fire
The darkness from which creation comes.

Who am I?
Take my hand and step sideways with me.
I will show you.

(c) 2009 Annette Wagner

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