Holy Ground

Daughter of the echo
Hills with sheepskin clothing
Hiding certain mortal thrills

Newly mystic virgin
Rose about to sing and dance
Among the grass and grow

Sister of the lotus crown
The waters made you soft
In nature's glowing gown

Spirit swan with open wings
Is free for love
And foaming spray of beauty sings

Lady of the shining flame
Thy altar burns
In glory of your mighty name

Solar hunk of blazing gold
Is waifting bearing want of fire
Truth untold

Princess of the rushing wind
Cry, smoke is swirling
Clouds are lifting from within

Angel who is solely mine
Awaits the shine
Of bleeding light
And life divine