On this dark day
With no seeming causation
The young priestess
Heads out to the cliff
Cloudforms surround her
Threatening to stop her
But still
Staff in hand
She sets out on the path
Barefoot
With ceremonial gown
And cape
Hair billowing in the wild wind
She continues
She feels the fine particles
Pressing against her soles
Sandy bits rough between toes
Cool air caressing lashes
She feels Her
She hears Her, too
In the distance, the shrill cry of Hawk
Pierces the air
Vibrating
She is moved forth
She does not yet know all that can destroy her
All that can decimate her
All that can
Bring
Her
To
Her
Knees
Fresh and dewy
Her excitement for life
Flames within
On this dark day
I remember
Her
Letting Go 