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HER TYPE OF MAN by Ilda Dashi

These are lines that I'd rather keep to myself but I'm beginning to share them...

Because, after all, though we are all born female, to become true goddesses in our own right, requires a long journey, and part of that journey is sharing. 

This poem is about the role that men (or spiritual partners) can play in helping us release our inner goddesses. In my own life, I have found that a man of integrity and values can bring out the best in me, and can also bring forth the woman that is hidden beneath a thousand layers of insecurities, fear and shame or shyness in me. 

For me to become the goddess that dwells within me, I feel that I also need to get in touch with the part of me that seeks true, deep, spiritual companionship with a man. I believe that in finally allowing a worthy man to love me, my own inner goddess will emerge through such vulnerability without fear or insecurity...for this is one of the powerful ways we give birth to the women in us: through loving unity with another soul. 

Her Type of Man
by Ilda Dashi

She always craved for a man of strong wings and soft lips.
She always longed for a touch that could penetrate,
not only her feather skin,
but also her wandering heart of one thousand beats.

She always looked for a man,
who could dare to get nude in his feelings and thoughts,
and have the courage to be present in her worst nightmares,
embracing her shadows and angels equally,
in his tender strong palms.

She always dreamed of his hands touching hers,
like the rain gently touches the leaves on the trees,
falling silently on the ground,
leaving behind the taste and scent
of a thousands love songs.

She always dreamed of two eyes 
gazing deeply into hers,
as he made his way through her heart,
and brought out her goddess. 

Ilda Dashi is a seeker of truth in life, and author of It is You Searching For You published in February 2017. She had been accumulating things that she feels really matter in life, in her life, until she realized that nothing is of greater importance that finding her own Self, and her own path, in other words her own SOUL. Today, Ida continues to seek new ways of dealing with her own struggles and understand her own unique path and her own uniqueness which sometimes scares her...but she can't follow any other path other than the path her Soul is calling her to follow. Ida is a lover of nature and silence. She loves to be still and meditate because in those moments she tastes glimpses of her own truth above the veil of dust filled with conditioning and ignorance from the past. She is a dreamer and she likes to reach the stars. Visit her blog, her Youtube channel, or connect on Facebook.

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