Shameless There is no shame here. The rubble in your life is an earthquake of soul shaking you awake crumbling all that’s inessential to your most authentic self. And you? You are too big for words like shame for words like blame. You? You are wild volcanic soul melting everything that does not belong. Burn, woman, burn. Move through the world in ever-widening steps. Own your transformation in the arc of your shoulders in the expanse of your heart. Dance like your hips move mountains casting off everything that does not belong. There is no shame here. Your ancestors knew that nature is beautiful and terrifying that rainbows are courted by storms that day shares the sky with night that decay caresses beauty’s cheek. That rubble? That trouble? It is initiation. It is invitation. Your deepest self is calling you down down underground so that you can grow up rooted like trees, your heart green even amongst the ashes. Green like spring green like yes green like hope green like nature’s embr...
Women's Spiritual Poetry