There is a Place

There is a place in my hair where the wind riots, whispering its secrets into every tousled tendril. 

There is a place in my bones where thunder reverberates in cacophonous rumbles. A place where lightning boils marrow to action and rain drops clear my foundations.

There is a place in my blood where fires blaze, where female laughter rolls through the smoke of simmering cauldrons and the dance of the wild woman beckons.

There is a place in my throat where sirens sing. The chronicles of my truth, the soul songs, the knowing of what came before and now will come to pass.

There is a place in my heart where wolves roam in perpetual autumn trees. Where sunlight, golden and waning, illumines all connections and amplifies them through my veins. The place of mother hugs and emotional remembrance, the well of love that never runs dry.

There is a place in my womb, below the raging of red feminine seas. Cloaked in the velvety darkness,  the primal pulse of woman percusses, undeniably strong, beneath the bedrock of my making. This melodic thrum cracks and tears me open so that I may discover, learn, and heal.

There is a place in my mind where temples throb and a crown rests. It is a circlet of sight allowing me to see and perceive everyone I meet as sacred and necessary. In this place, I see the web connection to all things, to sisterhood, and to the circle that rings us each in our unique human experience.

All these places exist in one whole, a deeply rooted tree with riotous branches winding skyward. And as they sway eternal, so I celebrate the medicine within you and the medicine within me. One spirit, one heart, ascending in divine grace through the potential unfolding of the present.

The Chalice and the Warrior

diverting scent of man long grown musty,
husked caress ended abruptly on skin
aching
to be turned, molded,
quenched
with masculine handling.
This divine feminine mollusk
spirals outward
grasping at the hasps of the man,
unbuttoning bladed intentions,
slithering silently into belly,
tentacles breaching the heart,
palpating a beat that speaks the truth,
the emotion of this male beast.
Arms retract, chalice intact,
fortified by this warrior's surrender,
a piercing light, sun strong.  

Hewn Bows

I lay my head down in this chapel of stone,

a glowing masonry hewn with my blood and bones.

Imbrued with soul intention the framework holds fast,

faithfully molded to my awakening worship.

I sit beneath the holy arches,

the sacred place where rib bones meet.

Quietly, I keep time with my heart’s steady beating

as purpose divine radiates ever outward.

This collective hymn of vibration

reverberates throughout the rafters of my thoughts,

as circadian rhythms etch the song of my essence

onto every surface of this hallowed space.   

I am alone.

I am fulfilled.

I am divine.

I am…