This poem is dedicated to the feminine, the yin aspect in all of us.
I’m not speaking about women coming to take over. I’m speaking to the rising consciousness of the need to value caring and caregiving. I’m speaking of the celebration of diversity.
I’m speaking of the loving dismantling of the domination hierarchical default system, usually known as the patriarchy, and the rebuilding of something that works better and more holistically.
This poem celebrates the spirit of reconnecting with self, with others, and with the soil.
I call this the goddess.
You could just call it the life force, moving in feminine swerves. 😎
She has come to redraw the circle.
She has come in our time of need.
She has come renewing connections.
She has come to plant the seeds.
She has come to bathe us in rhythm.
She has come, depraved and divine.
She has come to heal the schism.
She has come to change our minds.
Death is a lady we could learn to revere.
She might seem far off until she comes near.
One day she…
