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!

‘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

awakened

embodied consciousness.

Breathe me, I say

Live me, I beckon

Again and again and again

Kiernan Antares is a Canadian artist, poet, writer for soulful living; of words and beauty, transformation and purpose, and living rooted in faith. As a writer, editor and coach she helps people to write their stories. Kiernan is an Associate Editor of the Raconteur Literary Magazine, a freelance editor for Illumination Publishers, and is the Founder of the Inspired Writers Group, a writing coach and workshop facilitator, author of the novel Phoenix Star – An Adventure of the Spirit, and an award-winning artist. Her work has been licensed by Blue Angel Publishing and featured in Centerpoint Magazine, Indigo Sun Magazine, Journey of the Heart, and Awakening Women Institute. Her art is in collections around the world.You may connect with Kiernan via her website here, or find her on Facebook.

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