More and more I am who I am I feel me becoming me I will put art and the lyrics of life far above men, worldly beauty, and fleshly desires. I will contribute to the language of love and will fuse luck and wit--mistress of my successful fate. There is a sacred geometry within me, and all things. A cord of energy weaves us all into a single scientific tapestry. I am the goddess divine of my orchard--my golden fruit can cure your ill. I am the keeper of the keys of my soul--beware bewitchment if ingressing here. I am the Mother Superior of this sculpted abbey--my space is sacred and whole. I am open, welcoming, arms outstretched--I can be your gilded sky. Fare you well, traveler, I ensnare like a rosy bramble.
Words and images from an Eastern NC artist/researcher