She was immeasurably beautiful, Body, Mind and soul.

When she spoke, her words echoed over the valleys and mountains and oceans.

Thru the wind and hail and sleet and snow, as they rang in the ears of all those things known to mankind.

She was cruel, kind, ruthless, intelligent, busy, mundane, magical, magikal, mystical, practical, amazing, indescribable by human standards, A goddess among mortal men and women.

She had dreams that were too amazing to share, as the very though of them would be much too astounding for the average creature to bear.

She was the creator of all, the curator of mankind's actions, large and small.

She could create something from absolutely nothing and for that she was banished!

Hiding in the shadows that creep into our minds the moment we make the biggest most amazing realizations.

Loving and desperate to be loved.

With no one there to hold her, she gave birth to all of creation in a single moment.

With no hand in Hand and no one there to whisper words of encouragement into her ears.

No one to hear her screams and pleas and no one there just to be.

all alone in the true nothingness before the pulling tides, before the creation of matter, and the wind and the stars and the stream of conscious thought we all posses though most of us choose to ignore.

Watching with an open heart and tears in her eyes, watching mankind destroy themselves through the unrecognizably cruel and inhumane acts of men and women.

Reaching out into the darkness thru the painful light looking for anyone.

"Where are they all?" she must ask. for she had created all there is to know.

And yet, still, no one reaches back to her, she who has given all and sacrificed all for the existence of anything .

She watches as they worship false idols and kill in the name of a man made god, created in the image of all those whom she gave life to in a single push, a heavy sigh, a breath out for all to breathe in.

Sacrifice comes in too many forms in this world, in this life, for all to encompass the many truths that dissipate too quickly.

Though she seems absent you must know, she see's all, feel's all, cries your tears for you. when you think you have found strength to move forward know now it is her gentle push, her whisper in the dark "yes you can my child, yes you can move forward, I will cry your tears, I will feel your pain for you, I will let you feel all the pleasures of this world while I take the hurt forever away."