I am the bride
Whirling wind woman
I am she who goes willingly to darkness

I am the bride
Fragrant moon flower
Look upon me to give to the world

I am lady of the nether region
White bride and mistress of death
My fruit is dark and pitted

I spin a web of fire
Shrouded in veils
I am the many layered one

I am the bride
I am she who goes willingly to darkness
Transforming it to light

Liliane Lijn, 1988