Skip to main content

SHAMAN SNAKE WOMAN by Lizanne Corbit


I believe that crisis is best handled by the sacred feminine within us….

Feminine energy is deeply aware and in tune with the cycles of life. Thus, in her wisdom, she knows that crisis is always followed by rebirth. Because of this awareness, I best cope with and flourish out of crisis when I allow my feminine energy to surface during these events.

I see two keys to personal growth: that darkness serves a purpose in our lives and that, if we surrender to that purpose – rather than succumbing to the darkness – we will grow.

When I find myself in what feels like the bottom of the abyss, I think back on this. It helps me look around for the light. And, when my world is filled with joy and light again, I never forget the darkness I had to pass through to get there, as remembering helps me connect with others when they face their own darkness.

This poem was written from that deep, dark place of transformation that we all go through in life. The Shaman Snake Woman in my poem is the wisdom of the ages reassuring us that our souls come alive in the depths and the darkness of transformation. She is the beauty in the blackness of change.

Shaman Snake Woman

Hiss Hiss
Rattle Rattle
Shake Shake

Hiss Hiss
Rattle Rattle
Shake Shake

I am the bone collector
I am the soul reclaimer
I am the initiated old woman
Who sings over your bones and brings them back to life
Soul infused
Spirit filled
Divine inspired are thee

Having lost thyself to the tragedies of living and life
I collect your bones
Soul fragments
And truths unspoken
I gather them, tend them,
I Sing over them
Calling them to life
After every fall into every resurrection

I am the bone collector
Praying over your bones
That the unique soul imprint comes alive again
After it has died for the hundredth time in
the umpteenth initiations you have endured
My spirit sings you alive again & again & again

Hiss Hiss
 Rattle Rattle
Shake Shake

Shake up the old, toss it about and out
of its naiveté and uninitiated self
slam it up against the wall to be broken open cracking the old form to reveal the tender DNA, the marrow, open and vulnerable
everlasting and evermore resurrected from the aging body that no longer works or fits your knowing being

Hiss Hiss
Rattle Rattle
Shake Shake

Let me sing over your marrow
Let me call the spirits to come for you
Let me send the soul into your bones to gestate,
come alive, pulsate and enliven your skeleton

Let me raise energy to raise you up once again
for this turn of the wheel of initiation
combining the Self, the Feminine and the Soul
emerging anew with new skin for this new adventure as
this newly birthed initiated female

Hiss Hiss
Rattle Rattle
Shake Shake

Hiss Hiss
Rattle Rattle
Shake Shake.
~

Lizanne Corbit M.A. I am a licensed professional counselor and life coach. I have been in private practices as a psychotherapist since 1990. My passion for spirit, soul and essence has guided me in all avenues of my life and work. In addition to seeing clients individually, I facilitate women’s group and personal growth workshops and retreats. Presently, I am facilitating Soul Speaks Groups and Soul Speaks Retreats. I am also sharing the message of the Diving Feminine to audiences and groups through the reading of sacred writing from my book The Night Star Reflections on the Path of the Divine Feminine. I share the Divine Mother’s message through my poetry and writing to support women and men on their journeys in life. It is a privilege and an honor to be able to hear and share the Mother’s messages of love, inspiration and healing. For more information, you can visit mywebsite here, find me on facebook

~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!~ 

Comments

  1. Hello Lizanne!

    While google searching images, I quite unexpectedly see a work of art created by my soul sistar, Lisbeth Cheever Gessaman (She Who Is)! Compelled, I follow it here to discover you! I am so delighted!

    I adore this poem and look forward to reading more of your poetic truth.

    Lovingly,
    Leesa
    The Gypsy Priestess

    ps. The work is entitled: Dance of the Serpents
    and can be found (or purchased) here:
    https://www.facebook.com/halflightstudio/app_259525164100619

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

  This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness… Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather

IMBOLC by Caroline Mellor

The inspiration for this poem came after I watched a magical winter sunset and full moonrise from the top of Firle Beacon in the South Downs... Unusually for me, I wrote the poem quite quickly and changed it very little before publishing it – perhaps the energies were working through my pen! Imbolc is the mid-point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It’s a fire festival which I particularly love because of its associations with Brigid, the Celtic Mother Goddess of arts and crafts, clear sight, healing, inspiration and nurturance of creative talents – something which, through my writing, I am always trying to connect with.  I also love Imbolc because, with so much darkness and negativity in the world today, it is a time for hope, potential, visioning and initiation. With love and blessings as the light returns. Photography by Chanel Baran IMBOLC    by Caroline Mellor I am the dream of awakening. I am the returning of the night.  I am the tough green

WINTER SOLSTICE: A GIFT OF LOVE by Carolyn Riker

I’ve had several days now of alone time… It is unusual and a gift that I couldn’t see until I breathed it. I have been able to watch the sun’s rise through the grey of dawn and smile at the flickers of frost melting on the waving boughs of evergreen. It’s unique to follow daylight as it traverses the tempo of a cat’s soft slumbering purr. Night comes swifter and the glow of candles and the flames of fire comfort me more than the steady stream of always-doing-more. As much as I resisted, I needed this break. I had no idea how much my body was trying to tell me   slow down   until the exhaustion settled in around my joints. My eyes swam in molasses. Heaviness of I-can’t-hold-out-much-long, walked me to the throne of my nest. It’s winter’s gift of self-nurturing and love. It’s been a quiet proclamation of femininity and a need for comfort foods. Lemon crisps and cranberry, white-chocolate shortbread dipped in tea; I felt a hint of being pampered without