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 To the woman within, I bow …

I am born as a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, but before all, a human being with a heart, in a woman’s body.

Today is International Women’s Day and I felt to share the flow of my heart from this woman within. This feeling of gratitude to the woman in me, the one present and caring, overwhelmed me and released these words I share with you now…

Ode To The Woman Within
by Helene Averous 

To the woman who carries water to quench my thirst, I bow
To the woman who gave me life, I bow
To the woman who wipes my tears, I bow
To the woman who keeps on feeding my heart, I bow
To the woman who is tender with me, I bow
To the woman who cries, I bow
To the woman who prays, I bow
To the woman who is grateful, I bow
To the woman who suffers, I bow
To the woman who keeps on loving, I bow
To the woman who nurtures my soul, I bow
To the sacred woman, I bow

~ Om

Helene Averous: When Helene chose to stop working as an executive to settle in Asia with her family 6 years ago, her whole life made a huge turn, into the direction… within… She let go of an established life and, as a Reiki master, started to heal herself through healings, meditation and self-enquiry. When life led her to discover the holy mountain Arunachala in India, she knew that she was loved by life itself. During all those years, she wrote on (visit her blog here) to release the heart from burden and little by little let the words free to come and heal her. Willing to share her passion for the deep truth in colors she has ended writing books for kids about colors that you can discover on this website.
 Few months ago, she took her first brush in the hand and discovered that the brush too had something to express and could heal. Encouraged by her facebook friends with whom she’s been sharing her words since many years she has just published her first book of poems 'Silent Drops' found here.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~


  1. to the woman who wrote this poem, i bow. thank you.


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