Hanna-Hanna

Flowing vestments

waft in the breeze

as a priest to old mysteries

approaches the monolith

an aged stone rough

by ancient tools

and the weathering of time.

In awe of the moment,

lays a receptive, left hand

upon the great rock,

out of which Paleolithic man once carved

a likeness of an elder woman.

Were she a leader or priestess,

were she divine,

or revered for her status

experienced in the arts

of living and dying.

On a good day,

perhaps a testament

to an archetype

we have yet to become.

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