I am the Spring Maid, the embodiement of hope.
I am the flowers, the warm breeze, the fresh rains.
I am the Temptress, the seductress; she who draws in and casts away.
I am the fires, the embodiement of desire.
I am the womb-heavy Mother, the embodiement of fertility.
I am the rich soil, the ripening apple, the green earth.
I am the old Bean Sidhe Crone, bringer of death, the sow who eats her own farrow.
I am the winter, the great storm, the Divine psychopomp of death.
I am everything. I have been in everything. There is nothing my grace has not touched. There is nothing beyond my reach.
I am all there has ever been, all there is, and all that shall ever be.