Come dancing into your holy being
Stitched through with memories of our line
And never again from yourself fleeing
A crazy quilt of love and sweet piecing
Together from fabrics: homespun to fine
Come dancing into this holey being
Remember them, all our mothers seeing
Their daughters’, we both for completion pine
Steadfast, from ourselves not ever fleeing
Connect with the red thread of believing
Perfection is an imperfect design
Come dancing into you wholly being
Constant, life circulating, receiving
Your inheritance of the healing kind
That never leads you on a path fleeing
Oh, my sisters we must be agreeing:
To live into our matriarchal divine
Come dancing into your holy being
Never, not ever, from yourself fleeing

(Painting by Elizabeth Sinha)