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Divine Woman

January 16, 2016 By Kim

divine feminine

 

Oh Divine Woman,
Woman Divine
rooted to robust earth
and banded with heaven
reclaim your mystery, dear
respond
to the moon cycle
and combine,
set forth to refine,
your spirit,
and your wisdom,
your voice,
your hands,
your energy,
your deep and steady,
path to your
Sacred Feminine.
Banish exploitation.
Bust through the door of denial,
uncovered, unfiltered, and out from under that thumb.
Find your way, dear
by honoring yourself.
Ground your feet,
your bare, vulnerable feet,
to channel within,
your luminous and pure connection.
Harness your essence,
for you have mourned her suspect absence long enough,
you need to move on now.
Your precious womb,
the origin, the vessel
of all creation
your heart space filled, beating,
is just the beginning,
for it radiates,
it puts forth,
Truth
Kindness
Trust
and lasting, righteous breath.
So breathe life,
just inhale what is delicious,
what fills your
Divine Soul.
Expel the malicious,
before it swallows you whole.
You –
Keeper of what is most Tender,
the Guardian of Love,
the Steward of Life,
the Sentry of the Soft Spirit,
You must hold her,
You must console her,
and nurture her too,
her inner workings,
you must fuel and stoke
the brilliant light within her that burns true.
And keep ever close
the bold
the fierce
the strong
the tough
keep it all, for you will need it all,
because when you fight for her
you fight for you
But do stay inside the quiet,
be as quiet as the wind,
for there is power in quiet,
retreat to still, dear
and feel the power in stillness
If you seek it, you will indeed find it,
your divine feminine,
your feminine divine.

For you,
you are a Priestess,
a Goddess sent,
to conjure your own inception,
step now into the red tent
where the magic happens,
the blood, the tears,
the pain and poverty will serve you,
as you,
selflessly
bear down
to release your own fears
giving birth to the Universe
delivering your very own worth
and giving it up
raising it high
to the moon
and then back down –
down to the earth
again and again
clasp hands, sisters,
mothers, daughters, friends
and just circle ’round
entwine to build a wall of strength,
form a core, let it spiral,
let there be no end to the chain,
no end to wounded hands connected,
your hailed and hallowed posterity
your beauty, your clarity
shall remain,
as your spirits renew
For protecting her protects you –
to manifest her, you must manifest you –
When all that is in,
And all that is seen,
When all you will be,
And all you have ever been,
it will be by design,
that your infinite, indelible, mysterious parts align –
And you are,
you are
awakened
sweet
fierce
whole
courageous
lovely
woman
a Divine Woman
Oh, yes you are,
you have become,
Her
unraveled and unrivaled
a
Woman Divine.

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About Kim

I am a poet, a writer, an over-the-top mischief maker, a trash talker, and an old school dirty bird. I will never (ever) say no to a properly aerated glass of Malbec on a Friday night. I use words like “feminist” and “sartorial” and “no” and actively flirt with a decline in readership whenever I put them all into one, cohesive sentence. I like mountain biking, trails, succulents, books, inspirational quotes and vivid dreams. I strive to live with a grateful, open heart. What I know to be true is that there is always time for personal reflection and change. It's never too late to grow new wings and learn to fly again. Namaste!

My essays and poetry can also be found at Rebelle Society, The Elephant Journal, The Manifest-Station, The Minds Journal, The Imperfect Parent, Scary Mommy, BonBon Break, Litchfield Magazine, The Block Island Times, and Today's Mama.

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