I am a Lake on the Plain

For in that lake reflected are
The Lady Moon and Morning Star;
Across the sky they journey on,
And to her son she sings this song.

Cradled in my loving arm,
Your dream unmarred by fear or harm,
Swift be your ride in the heavenly Boat
As on the Milky Way we float.

Where turns the Crown of the Northern Wind
A silver island you shall find
And on that isle a castle white
Wherein is peace and calm delight.

Inside that castle's silver wall
There stands a dark majestic hall,
And in that hall a Lady fair,
The end of all desire is there.

So slumber deep thou Heavenly Twin,
And so thy journey soon begin;
For they who in Lobe's flames will die,
Shall rise again, I promise thee.

--by Zsuzsanna Budapest, from The Holy Book of Women's Mysteries

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