04/23/2026
Hierophany
There is a portal,
A circle of women, unfurling
Petal by petal, each a flare of light
To beckon the fevered, the injured,
Those clinging to slim filaments of hope
Amidst the simmering violence.
They feel it. Vibrating beneath,
But are not of it, no.
These are the burning women,
Layered in the vestments of
Feminine power.
Their intention sets the wild clocks
To thrumming, fills the hollow bowl
With spirit food for the journey
Of love. Of revolution. Their message:
Abandon ego. Unite. Prepare.
Wash me in birdsong and algae -
Remedy for the toll of suffering,
That I may enter the hierophany.
Let the daisies rule with grass blades,
Weave the threads of our fire.
And I, I again will lift the feather,
Bring the medicines of Eden's daughter,
As we tread the holy path of Ancestors
Wrapped in their strength and witches' plaid,
Gathering our sisters.
Author: Laura Maschal.....a woman whom I have had the gift of trekking through and into sacred spaces that have transformed us both. For that I am profoundly gratefulš