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SHE LIVES ME by Kiernan Antares

I’ve been pondering this: ‘Can sisterhood, sister love, change the world?’

I believe it can. I witnessed and experienced miraculous healing, expansion, love, and the true bond of sisterhood during Awakening Women’s Institute temple training. Beyond anything I could imagine!

I’ve been on the spiritual path, relentless in excavating and healing my life story, my wounds, my ‘shortcomings’ for close to 20 years now, only to feel like I kept coming up short.

The philosophy which the Women’s Temple is based upon has nothing much to do with trying to change ourselves, but rather to sink into life, sink into our body and feel… breathe… then let it go. AWI refers to it as ‘FEEL… KISS… FLOW’. It has nothing to do with denying ourselves, but rather to embrace everything. Not to hide, but to experience and feel.

‘She Lives Me’ is a reflection of how this training and connecting even more deeply with the field of the Goddess energy affected me.
Photography by Babak Fatholahi

She Lives Me

The Goddess turns, and
opens her eyes, locking
Her gaze onto mine.

In this moment, everything
comes to stillness, but
the deafening ringing, an
invitation to sink into, an
embodiment of Earth.

Of inner riches, riding
the waves of life…
Laughter and rage
joy and sadness
fear and fearlessness.

Sinking and swimming
flying and diving
playful and seductive.

She slithers into the
crevices of my heart, the
spaces betwixt and between
nothing and everything.

Her eyes are mesmerizing.
The beat of her heart, captivating.
Her breath and pauses between,

Fully and completely, She
enters me.
She breathes me.
She lives me.
She quickens me.

To the core, to
the beat of my heart, and
we soar to the
farthest reaches of the cosmos
carrying the essence of the all, the
Everything, in
a seed of truth.

Rooting deep, deeper, and
deeper still, into
embodied consciousness.

Breathe me, I say
Live me, I beckon
Again and again and again
Jai Maa!
Goddess Painting by the author, Kiernan Antares

Kiernan Antares is a visionary artist, poet, and teacher based in Toronto, Ontario whose paintings and writings tell deep and rich stories through contemporary symbolism that offer healing, hope, and empowerment for the feminine soul ~ the heart of the world that has been suppressed in each of us, but is now re-awakening and emerging as a powerful force of love and wisdom. "It is my hope that something in my art will create a tiny explosion in your heart and that you will see that something, that Sacred Feminine Soul you’ve hungered for all along as a woman. She lives within you, She calls to you ~ to remember and awaken." You may connect with Kiernan via her website here, or find her on Facebook. 

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