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"REWILDERED": THE SONG OF THE SOUL by Sara Åsberg

This poem belongs to the Wild Woman, and to all the wild women that are waking up to their true nature...

This poem belongs to the raw feminine force that is rising all over the planet, setting things on fire and creating chaos. This poems belongs to the sisters, to the women, to the wolves. This is to, and for, all of us that are reclaiming our inner wilderness and have started the brave journey back to our souls. 



"Rewildered"/The Song if the Soul
by Sara Åsberg

There is this thing going on; I think have found a melody that was long lost and gone.

There is this strange but yet somehow familiar feeling, that has been bumping around within my veins for a while now, soothing and healing.

There is this old but newfound tune, that slowly is rising up, towards the moon.

It is steaming up from the depths of my inner sea, splashing around in my blood. An enchanting sound that spreads from cell to cell to cell to all around; sweeping across the connectivce tissue, moving through the ground.

There is this inner serenade that has started to swing and sing within my nerve system; a silent hiss that travels throughout the joints and bones; a playful bouncing against my eardrums, tick-tock tick-tock, a whispering which is luring from beyond.

There is this feeling, spreading.

A feeling that has been twitching and itching and sounding within the marrow of my bones for so long. It is singing the song, the song of the old. It is singing me slowly all the way back home.

I am reaching my soul. I am bringing her back from below. From the depths of the ocean, from the darkness above.

And the reunion it tastes so sweet; the soft grass is dancing, the soil is meeting the soles of my feet.

The wind is twirling and swirling. The air is beneath and under my wings.

I move my head to the heart and the heart to ground; a long lost melody is singing, the song is finally found.  

My chest is open, and from the top of my lungs, I howl howl howl. This is the sound of my soul. I never gonna stop. I howl. 



Sara ÅsbergI am a wild wolf, and a wild woman, that has awakened to her true nature. Life is my art, and my heart is my inner compass that always guides me back home. I inspire to be an inspiration to other women to unleash from whatever holds them back. I want to empower sisters to rise towards the greatest versions of them selves, to dare to touch the moon and fly away into the night! You can find me on Instagram on the account "wildwolfmedicine" or on Facebook





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