Two Eyes Cenote seventy-first

my dearest sister in the gods,
from Ra's pinnacle atop akashingo, i will look for your dancing. i will look for the sound of your steps. the fragrance of salt chases my dreams.

my longing; hear it; the wind carries my love.

the spring is coming. there is a rite, to be done among first flowers and beside water. to be witnessed, high priest and high priestess, as one.

perhaps the gods call. write to me again, nazli, lotus of muat-riya.