We feel with words which have no definition
Call it intuition
It's our navigation in a world that leaves us out

We have these feelings which have no roots
They came from somewhere
I'm not sure where
But they came and so we will nurture like we do

There is no separation between our head and our heart
They were sewed together from the start

It is our mystery
It is our mantle
The saints in heaven cheering
"Feminine, eternal."