When a woman reclaims her body as her own,
As the holy vessel of her soul
𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆.
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
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
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.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔.
It is literally at your fingertips,
And available no matter how many times you’ve turned away
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.
𝑵𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔
Dare to drink deeply