Don’t tell me to be equanimous in the face of injustice
My passion is power; I will not deny my fire
This is the very energy that compels me
to heal myself and to heal the world
Buddha was not a woman.
Though I am
Have you met his female counterpart,
Vajrayogini?
She is a woman on fire,
like me
Baring her breasts; baring her all;
animating Life itself
through her blood-red body.
Dancing.
Eternally dancing.
Her necklace of skulls clanging
as her passion surges
through her flesh and bones
The blood she drinks from her skull cap chalice
tastes so sweet to her:
Devouring illusion is her bliss
Her ferocity it not to be feared
it is to be revered
Things are not always as they seem
She too is enlightened -
This wild, worldly and blood-red woman of a Buddha;
Embodiment of wisdom
Don’t berate me because I dare to feel
Through feeling I am liberated
Do not be deceived
for beneath this surging of emotion
is a deep ocean of tranquility
The essence of Buddha is at my core,
Inseparable from this apparent chaos
My feelings are a guiding force I can count on - not something I will relinquish for your comfort
They are Shakti – energy; power; the essence of life
They are beyond reason
And require no justification
– they are an intelligence of their own
This passion fuels my purpose
And peace exists within it
With my sword of truth I will cut myself free
from the belief that this force that flows through me is anything but sacred -
including this lifeblood
that streams down my legs
My path is to embrace life
I’m not here to rise above it.
I’m here to awaken human hearts
while I dance on the earth
fully here;
eyes open
with my heart as vast as the sky
Feminine awakening may not be pleasing, pretty or prescribed
It may not tick the boxes created by your mind
of the perfectly still Buddha under the Bodhi tree
Unless you embrace She
Fear will persist
And the mind will resist
the wonder, wildness and wisdom of woman
Image: via the Yogini Project
