Containment affords such
Sense of safety Inside my skin This secret boundary I never knew Was my birth-right This holy temple With innate sensations Pregnant body wisdom Birthing intuitive ‘knowing’ Unique, precious autonomy That is completely And utterly mine Belonging to no-one Programmed so young Plundered too often Deferring to others Conforming as norm Split off, fragmented Years of therapy Showing me otherwise Healing shattered boundaries Offering new options Ways to live Where I am A free spirit This ‘divine child’ Finally given permission Is it spiritual Along the way Dare I admit This core phrase That spoke itself Voice deep within Screaming for freedom Setting strong limits And swearing allegiance To personal power And absolute sovereignty Saying with clarity: ‘This dragon’s fire Fucking burns anyone Who dares invade My private space’ So……….. Who am I Beneath these masks Mouse or dragon? What is left When without words Inauthentic but polished Layers of conditioning Are finally removed And I’m left Empty and alone Wondering what happened Shocks hitting home Facing painful reality? Mother’s Empty Womb Of pure possibility It may be…. But often feels Like pure hell Kali’s fierce love Taking no prisoners Do you know That perfectionist achievers And apparently polarised Imploded, broken souls From personal experience Mostly without fail Present unconscious masks Covering toxic shame Unaware of punishing Brutal inner critics That slowly destroy The will to Keep on trying To even bother To be accepted By the family? Maybe it’s true Our sacred practices Are all that Ever really holds Us safely from Birth to death This inner space Great Mother’s embrace I don’t doubt But I notice As a woman Tender and fragile This Shakti unfolding I also need Nourishing, solid containers With fellow sisters Sometimes also brothers Willingly saying yes Despite being burned Again and again These Facebook groups Like Artist’s Awakening Offering reassuring community With clear guidance Familiar resonant souls Transparent and open Sharing deep vulnerability Reflecting a vital Sense of ‘mattering’ This holding space Giving me place No longer treated As a belonging This fundamental, welcome Sense of belonging SHE as the Feminine who was Vandalised and destroyed But never beaten SHE who comes In different disguises With heart intact Sacred or profane Beckoning ‘come closer’ SHE who is Protective and Tender Saying Please Surrender I will hold Your desperate longings And sprinkle them With magic dust Inspiring new visions And miracle outcomes This Golden Chalice Of embodied awakening Honouring the shadow As artistic gasoline Igniting co-creative dreams Emblazoning the world This Rising Phoenix Arising from ashes Longing for love Brave new paradigm Devoted to birthing Heaven on Earth and ever-growing Networks of grace
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