People live better when they're inspired..this is to honor the seat of my creation and sexuality

Poetry

Some women envy the woman who does nothing

Some woman envy the woman who does nothing

Who all she has to do is sit, and be

And all others are attracted to her.

Me?

I dance live love write create..exPRESS..

I can’t be any other way.

For many many many days I will say nothing

But when the dam is broken,

When the tiger is un-leashed

Watch out.

I don’t hide.

I’m here, I’m fire, I’m NUDE, and I’m LOUD…

I am bellowing out.

I am an explosion of the best things in life.

I am expansion, sprinklings of light, tingling sensations all over your body, and eyes

being pulled up and behind and to the back of your head as if by an invisible curtain.

I am woman Goddess playful child innocence and creativity who knows know bounds

I am Life! Ahahahahaha!

Laughter! Love!

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She Let Go…

This poem had to be saved. I could not let it disappear into the great black hole of cyberspace, never to be read by me again. I read it aloud and something frees in me. I discovered this via the women’s community that I’m apart of: 

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of

 the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do
it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone
forevermore…

Rev Safire Rose

via Devi Moksha, thank you!

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