The Goddess

Shining like the moon in her dark sky, eyes undefined in a certain gloom, mystical poetess of the evening. Music ambient to her soul, pervasive to her being. She is naked in her clothing, and she smiles in her tears, and she weeps in her joy. She is life's picture, some may think, confused, but she dwells in a higher place, she is knowing, and her speech is pure, and her manner even. And her look, is the least of her, she is not how she looks, she is just exactly, who she is, and envy and greed cannot touch her. And she stands in quietude, without the need to outwardly express what she feels and what it is that she knows that she does not know, and has no way of knowing. And she is goodness and kindness and care, and she is love, and she is the Goddess.