Which is it? Not.

Are you in?

Are you out?


a definitive


of other

must be


I am not,

if I cannot

identify with

some facet of

you, so is that

why we

need to be



tactic, or

you are like

me or



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

breathed in

thousands of years,

she had grown used to the food,

used to the grief,

used to the death and

emptiness, used

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.


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