In the eternal weave of time’s grand loom,
Where stars are stitched and fates are groomed,
Emerges a force, ancient and profound,
Goethe’s word—where all life is found.
The Eternal Feminine, the primordial song,
From whence the rivers of existence throng.
In every pulse, in every beat,
The dance of creation, ever so fleet.
From the Vedas’ chants to the Nile’s embrace,
In every culture, every sacred space,
She stands radiant, an undying grace,
The energy, the love, the boundless base.
Athena’s wisdom, Isis’ embrace,
Inanna’s descent, a saving grace.
The tales may differ, the names may change,
Yet the essence remains, vast and strange.
Her love is the sun, her care the moon,
Her voice the cosmos, her touch a boon.
With every whisper, every celestial dance,
She commands the tides, and life’s vast expanse.
She is the thread, weaving tales so vast,
Linking the future, present, and the past.
The nurturing heart, the source so free,
In her embrace, we all come to be.
So, remember the power, the eternal theme,
The Feminine force, in every dream.
For in her love, the universe does gleam,
Eternal Feminine—life’s endless stream.