Just there

And there, in the witches' house

I found my peace and I found Her.

The Bewitched.

The Goddess hidden in my soul.

The mysterious one.

The one that builds shelters 

out of crooked wood

And puts the shadow of a bonfire 

Right in the middle of one.

The one that touches my 

foot

When I lay it down on

Dewy soft grass.

The one that only comes out

As I have today seen,

On a misty sunny day,

Surrounded by onion 

fragrances 

And shady rays of mystery.

The one that shows up in 

flowers disguised as weeds.

The one that tickles my 

heart

At the sight of a black

duckling.

The one that opens me

To the vast Serene

And the one that shouts the 

Truth from the mouth of a screaming baby. 

Maybe the Beloved.

I wanted to bring home a 

piece of Her on my way back

But she was green and 

tough to break under my

greedy material hands.

I was also Deluding myself.