Wild Women Musings

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Kali-Ma, Your Snake Wraps Around Me

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Photo by Marnie Recker

Photo by Marnie Recker

Kali-ma
They feast on illusions,
Drunk with lies,
They're convinced, will keep them,
Safe.

Kali-ma
Your snake wraps around me tight,
It won't let me sleep at night,
Until the fire in my belly,
Is one with the flame of truth.

Kali-ma
The way they deny it angers me,
The primal yearnings,
The kindergarden learnings,
Of what not to do, 
And how not to act.

Kali-ma
Eat me alive, chew me whole,
I am your willing victim,
Your princess of the night.

Kali-ma
Eat me up, and spit me out
Until in the truth,
We find delight.

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Intense Like the Monsoon Rains

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Intense. 


It runs in her veins.
She's tries to cradle it. 
To hide it + keep it. 
But like a raging river swelling up higher, 
In the monsoon's all encompassing rains,
Her fierce determination to feel,
Is all there is,
Is all there will ever be. 

It will take her over,
Eat her up,
Spit her out,
Ravage her soul, 
Uproot her life.

And there on the ground lying, 
Thirsty for understanding, 
Broken with despair, 
She rises, 
And without a pause, 
She'll keep walking, 
She doesn't care. 

Because She knows there is a place, 
Beyond time and space,
That She is serving.

The echoes of her family, 
Etheric, but real as can be, 
Ripple in and open her,
To her mission, 

Of raw authenticity.

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Standing In That Power

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No more: "Where is he?"

Just,

"I AM Here!"


Standing in that power. 
Being whole and complete.

Receiving from the earth and sky.

No longer asking why.

Just saying, "Thank you"
And letting it be.

That's what it feels like, to be free.

Everyday is an opportunity, to stand in that.

 

To let go of the "not enoughs"

And fully ground into me. 

 

Let The Desire Run Wild

 

Sub-par. 
Sub-par relationships.
Sub-par lovers.
Sub-par sex.
Sub-par living situations. 
Sub-par self-care. 
...

WHY DO WE DO IT?

 

Why do we go for less than what we really want? Why do we say "yes" to being in that relationship that doesn't send us to the moon and back? Why do we keep calling that person that makes us feel judged? Why do we stay in relationships that are stale? Why do we go for less than what we deserve?

... I feel like... we are scared of the burning outrageously powerful opening of desire. Our desire, when we really let it out, is a wild feral animal. It only has one focus. It can throw our whole lives into a tizzy, if we don't ground it in something rooted. 

Yet at the end of the day, it's not even the power of desire that keeps us held back. 

It's the notion that our desire is unattainable. 

What if that fucking unreal guy/girl DOESN'T want us? What if that friend we adore gets annoyed with our affections? What if we fuck up on our intentions, and end up in the same patterns? What if we get rejected? My goodness.. WHAT IF WE FAIL?



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What if we fail?

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Ah... but what if we win?
 

....

And what if, failing and winning, are simply two sides of the same coin?


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Honour the fire. Honour the burning. 
Desire is healthy.  

Let it ravage you. 
Let it run wild.


And go get what you deserve.

I Plunge Into It's Depths

Grief swells within me, 
And I plunge into it's depths, 
Glad for the release, 
Surprised by the intensity. 
The long forgotten past swirls in my body, 
As my tears let go of what no longer is.

A trigger to something deeper,
A moment of solace, 
Self-expression at it's most raw. 
I allow the feelings, 
And I allow myself,

Because I know that to heal, 
I need to feel,

To break free, 
I need to break open, 

To learn, 
I need to allow, 

And like a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon, 
I know that this chaos leads to transformation, 
Leads to a beauty so powerful, 
It can fly.

I walk between worlds

 

The land of dreams
And this earthy plane
Are one and the same
One and the same, to me

 

I walk between worlds
And I see things
But when I tell of them
No one understands

 

They call me crazy, they call me wild
I just duck my head, and accept
That not this day, not this minute
Not right now
Not right now

 

But eventually, they will see too
They will know
They will open
I know I must be patient
Even as my heart breaks
I must be patient
I must

 

The land of dreams
And this earthy plane
Are one and the same
One and the same to me

 

They show me things
I wish I could tell you
But you won’t listen
One day you will
I’ll wait.

 

I’ll wait for you.

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The She Has Returned

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Feeling the fire in my belly, 

As She visits me,

She wants no promises, 

And nothing to be done,

She simply wants to roar, 

And scream, and twist, and moan,

About the battles yet to be won,

In a day and age, so many women think they are free,

They still are slaves, to what we call, patriarchy.

 

No more doing doing doing, all the fucking time,

Let us stop, and just be, 

Trusting in the divine, 

I want you to know that I get what you want,

But it won't come from pushing or shoving,

It won't come from hustling or bustling,

And it won't come from feeding, 

Any more energy, 

To that unsatisfied bull, 

That lies rampant and crazy,

At the heart of our current system.

 

What you want... 

Ah dear ones, what you want...

 

It will come from the unknown of the night, 

The willingness to just Be, 

With your feelings, 

With the darkness, 

All of it.

It will come when you get clear, 

On what you really want, 

And let it come to you, sweet ones.

Let it come to you, let it come.

It is coming.

 

For you are a gem, 

In eternity,

And your striving, 

Comes from a belief, from a place...

That tells you, you're not. 

 

So let us stop striving, 

Let us halt in doing, 

And let us trust that the Universe

Is real. 

Is here. 

Is waiting, 

Until we finally get it. 

 

The She has returned. 

Will you let her in?