I am the source of all life,
Yet without you the cycle is incomplete.
I am the vessel
From which the rites of passage
Must be performed.
But you must succeed .
The chalice lies in waiting.
From me did the earliest time keepers Observing periodic cycles, emerge.
I am the innocence and purity
Of a million crimson bodies
Gushing to fulfil their divine destinies.
I am shamed, avoided, detested, scorned And labelled unclean.
The message I bear remains a mystery.
The moon and I
Together we dance to form
And then to shed.
I am the point of contact
To many a sacrifice,
The symbol of life, birth, death and
Who am I?