When a woman reclaims her body as her own,
As the holy vessel of her soul
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She no longer gives her body away, or denies herself of her desires
Nor does she require excess or lavishness to feel good
She intimately knows the secret pathways
That lead her home
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And she knows the innocence of her eros
She tends to her inner garden with devotion,
in awe of the wonders within her
She inhabits her skin and oozes succulence -
because she has cherished the streaming currents of life force within her;
The feminine pulse is throbbing
and she has merged with it.
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It is literally at your fingertips,
And available no matter how many times youβve turned away
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A deeper remembrance awaits
If we slow down enough to feel
If we have the courage to reveal
the truth of our experience
Without diminishing or embellishing
Via the ordinary we can access the sublime.
When we are attentive and give ourselves the time
This is feminine gnosis - direct knowing through our immediate experience, via the body.
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Dare to drink deeply