Poems

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Enter Your Divine Ray ~ Let The Shadows Ignite With Love

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The Divine ray has come,

To pierce through all of

your illusions,

The ways you cling to your shame and cry,
"Not me! Not I! I have wronged!
I am not whole, not innocent!"
The shadow, perceived as deeply real,
As deeply right,
And you,
Deeply sure,
That you,
Are not enough.

You await when the divine ray will come deeper,
And see,
The truth of who you are,
Of what you hold deep within,
And turn away in disgust,
Huffing and hawing as it whispers,
"Not you, you are not ready,
For the feast of unconditional love,
You are not Pure,
Enough."

And yet,
When the time came,
For the Divine ray to illuminate all of your shadows,
She turned to look at you,
Awake in Her beauty,
And instead cried,
"Oh! My child!
This,
Is gold to me,
Thank you"

And then, she swept you,


On a tide of gold, red, and white,

To the infinite bounty

of your beauty,


Showing you,
That in truth,
You are deeply human,
And deeply not,
And your shadows,
Are the compost,
That will heal the world,
When transmuted.

Thank you for your shadows sweet sisters and brothers,
The time has come,
That we may set them free,
And be washed in love.

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Kali I Hear You

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Kali, I hear you,
Soft and sweet against my ear,
Is what you are not.

A raging cascade of emotion,
Unafraid of it's power,
Rising stronger and stronger,
Until illusions are cut clear. 

Bathe me in clear sight,
Give me the power of the dark night, 
I will be your willing servant,
And in this offer, I too, bow.

For our human egos must be slayed,
A facade, causing ruin, to our perfect days,

And in this quest, the truth will rise,
Never afraid of packaged lies.

The force of you in me,
Is all I hear,
So let us be one, 
Let us stare at the fear.

 

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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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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?

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From the Rawness of the Divine Feminine: A Poem

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They didn't know the power they had, 
To heal the wounds their forefathers inflicted.

 

Only some of them saw, 
How deeply we were raw.

The women stood silently,
Waiting for a sign,

 

That the masculine divine,
Would see the light and shine.

 

Until then we will love them, 
All the parts they cannot see.

And we'll water and grow them, 
Deep within the mystery.

No matter how hard it is, 
To stay soft and open,

Whats harder is the hardness, 
Let it break, for we have chosen.

- Beth Katherine

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Surrender: A Poem

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Today I woke up, too many thoughts in my head.
Chasing something, I know, should come to me instead. 

I headed outside, inspired by surrender. 
Opening my heart, a challenge... I feel so tender. 

'What is the way?' I ask, not knowing where to turn... 
Consulting the earth... there must be something I can learn. 

I know not yet, what this feeling wants to say, 
So in the spirit of showing up, I'll make it my point, today

To listen, to twist, to grow, and to feel, 
Because if anything... this is life - and this shit is real. 
 

- Beth Katherine