Are you in?
Are you out?
I am not,
if I cannot
some facet of
you, so is that
need to be
you are like
What does it mean to be lunar-bodied?
The weight of the world, pushed pulled by
the force of the moon. Women embody
this force, a physiological connection
with the celestial realm. Her spirit
is the voice of the tides, her belly the
container of the ocean.
What is true is the poetry of force,
the creation refining vision, which seeks
to give form to material, to focus and
manifest, her material is the energy
of the universe, called in variation fire,
water, earth and air. She~ the creatrix
weaving dreams with her
left hand and intention with the wand
on her right. She finds herself
trapped in the cage of
this or that.
She has not
thousands of years,
she had grown used to the food,
used to the grief,
used to the death and
to the desecration of her body,
she sleeps. But the cries of her
daughters are too loud.
The cries of her daughter
wakes her up.
Women of the free world
stand up for the women
who are killed
for doing so. We have a voice,
and as our voices gain
momentum, with clarity,
sexual empowerment, education,
vocal chords fill with the me
the Goddess Inanna seduced
out the clutches of the god of wisdom,
Enki’s, arms. She found the power
of force to be used responsibly
only in her arms, the arms
spun with silk to move like
a rushing river. Men are waiting
to be told what to do. Men who
defer to the wisdom of a woman,
who know that strength is
not represented by the bulk of a
muscle and the force of a command
and army, but the strength of vulnerability,
which loosens her , because
she is in constant communication
with the universe around her.
Hers is the consciousness that
seeks to elevate to divine,
the spinning vortex of creation,
the natural alchemy
of turning pain into pleasure,
of death into birth,
of masculine into feminine,
and feminine into masculine.
She is the paradox that everything
comes from and where it returns.
Without a deep, embodied
knowing of her,
we have disaster,
the belief that
we can do
anything at all
on our own.
Disrespecting women is the original sin.
Connection is why we’re here.
Vulnerability is how to connect.