In this form, Blue Tara is singing, surrounded by swirling winds. She is woven of indigo-dyed handspun wool on a linen warp, with a headdress of pure white merino and curling island woolen locks dyed in indigo.

From The Journey by David Whyte, a part of one of my favorite poems:

“Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

Painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky

Sometimes everything
has to be
inscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that
first bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.”