What is the Same
Who is the Being who was born?
I was a girlchild
I was a maiden.
What part of me is the same?
I was a mother, now I’m a crone.
Who is the Celebrant
who will die?
I am passing through,
a bird from a foreign land.
I am not from beautiful here.
But something is the same
in every place and time.
My ecstatic tracking
of the spark Divine.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
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