When the world is still In the darkness,
I lay on my dewy bed
My rosy cheeks glister with early morning dew.
I feel the blood-dimmed tide is loosed
and the ceremony of innocence begins:
The darkness drops and birth blood fills the sky.
I feel It is moving slowly now,
passing the gate in between my thighs.
a chorus of morning leaves sets in
and all nature starts to sing.
I catch It, wrap It carefully in my multicolored robes
Then, with a radiating gaze
It ascends the Golden Stairway
(Ina Custers-van Bergen – The Body of Osiris)