I Am She Who Has Always Existed

I am the ruler of the underworld
I am a heavenly body
I have been a muse since time immemorial
Countless sonnets were inspired by my reign
I go by the names of
Snow, Hunger, Wolf, Flower,
Harvest, Hunter, Blue and Crow
I am the light within the shadows
I am the endings before new beginnings
I rouse your passions
I bring solace to your soul
I am there in your darkest hour
I rule over transitions and balance
I am life and death
I am the embodiment of reap and sow

I am the rhythm of the earth bridging all seasons
Wolves speak to me in ancient tongues
Sea captains hunger for my guidence
Oceans rise and fall under my sway
Tides succumb to my pull
I am the power of love and madness
I am the magic and I am the spell
I bear witness to your sins and secrets
I am the keeper of your regrets and hopes

Seek my wisdom and I will give you…
The gift of transformation
Call upon me and I will teach you…
The eternal cycle of harvesting and letting go
I am reincarnation
I am feast days and festivals
I am She who has always existed
I am more powerful than the sun
I am Lady Luna,
I am the Shekhinah
I am the Triple Goddesses
I am Maiden, Mother, Crone

©️ 2015 Mother Wintermoon / All Rights Reserved

Connecting the Shekhinah to the ancient archetypes of Maiden (waxing moon/youth, potential, discovery); Mother (full moon/birth, abundance, nurturing); Crone (waning moon/wisdom, life cycle, death, rebirth).

 My bit of creative luna~cy in honor of dVerse and our host, Grace.


A jar full of secret hopes and dreams,
dances upon the bubbling froth,
right on the edge of timelessness.
Buffered by the ebb and flow,
it now resides with broken sea shells,
lost among a million grains of sand,
patiently waiting to be found.

©️ 2016 Mother Wintermoon

Cheers to dVerse and Björn using the word “jaras our prompt.

Between Living and Dying

Her tears run down her cheeks
Into her mouth, choking her speech
Writhing in her world of pain
Drowning in a sea of shame
Bound up in forced compliance
Existing in a prison of silence
Struggling to get out
Strangled by their yoke of doubt
I knit her a shawl of healing
Afraid of what she’s feeling
I watch her flailing blindly
Struggling to find me
I kindle a holy spark
To guide her through the dark
I hear her parched voice crying
From the veil between living and dying
I send her a shower of love
To quench her gently from above
I see a faint glimmer of hope
Cross the face I long to stroke
I reach out eagerly to draw her nearer
and feel my fingers touch the mirror

© 2008 Mother Wintermoon — All rights reserved


I published this last year as a message from Source I received. I felt the ‘nudge’ to republish it again today.

Many of you wonder which beliefs to follow.
Many are torn this way and that,
not sure what to think.
Not sure if the stories you are told,
are true.
You do not need ancient tomes to know me
You do not need houses of prayer to speak to me
You do not need holy books to find me.
I am inside of you,
All around you,
In the animate and the inanimate.
I am a verb and I am a noun.
I am female and I am male.
I am mystical and I am mundane.
I am supernatural and I am flesh and blood.

The ancients knew me as
I am
I was
I will be

I am fluidity
I am becoming
I am a process unfolding

Man has created an image,
Trying to find what he could not see.
Trying to give voice to a vastness beyond his grasp.
My emanation does not arise from books.
Or volumes of instructions interpreted by man.
I am in the Higher Consciousness of mankind.
All kinds.

Do not feel conflicted.
There is no prescription for prayer,
No ritual you must perform,
No vow you must take,
No ‘one true faith.’
Simply embody sacredness,
And you will find me there.

I am
I was
I will be.

I am The Infinite
I am Without End
I am The Place wherever you are on your journey.

I am aware of the voluminous intricacies,
Man has attributed to my desires,
But they do not move me.
I am the goodness of your deeds,
The genuineness of your heart,
The kindness of your tongue,
The integrity of your work.
My words are inside of you.
You speak them in your way,
In your own unique manner.
Eloquently or ineloquently,
It does not matter,
As long as you are sincere.

Your humanity is my voice.
Your sacredness personifies my presence.
I live and breathe on earth,
With you
Through you
Because of you.

© 2005 Mother Wintermoon — All Rights Reserved (minor updates Nov 2016/Dec 2018)

Words in italics are a few of the many Hebrew names for God:

  • The Place — HaMakom
  • Without End/The Infinite — Ein Sof (Name for God in Kabbalah).
  • Ehyeh-Asher-Ehyeh — God self-identified to Moses by this name in Exodus 3:14. .