I sense Her
curled up in a
tight ball inside
me. Her limbs
restricted
by the nebulous
orangey-red walls
of my womb.
She has confined and
constricted Herself
like a circus
contortionist.
A grown,
succulent woman who
was never given
space; a grown
succulent woman
who was never
birthed forth
into the world.
She has lived in the
margins; pushed into the
shadows by
Mind, Logic, Intellect
and
Action –
Masculine attributes the
world has told Her are
worthier than
Her own.
Her gifts of receptiveness,
nurturing, giving,
intuitive stillness
and Being
shunned and sidelined –
because they’re not readily
subsumed into the
dominant worldview.
The Emperors and
Empresses of pure and
unadulterated Rationalism
so flummoxed by Her they haven’t
known what to do…
Other than to
consistently and
conscientiously push
Her back up the
birth canal if she
offers so much as a
glimpse of Her
strength and power.
But now it’s Her time.
Deep in the womb of
individual women and
the Universal collective
consciousness, she has been
patiently biding
Her time.
Nurturing
Herself as only
she knows how to
do; growing Her strength
in this dark and
fecund space.
Now she is ready to
give birth to
Herself in
Her full power and
magnificence.
The Divine Feminine
birthed
forth in all
Her glory.
Slowly she
unfurls
Her limbs;
Stretches tall, delighting
in the sense of
unrestricted space.
She knows Herself
only as limitless
potential –
and this
is, perhaps, Her most
precious gift.
Her torso strong as
an oak tree, she sinks
roots deep into
Mother Earth.
Allows Herself to be
nurtured by the
sacred space at
the core – the
womb of Gaia.
She stands strong in Her
own power;
knows Herself as
Her Source.
But she has not risen only to stand alone.
And nor is she here to conquer.
She has risen to give of Herself – in the
self-honoring and self-nurturing way
only the Divine Feminine can.
Her limbs wrap themselves
around and entwine the
Masculine that has
reigned within us.
Softly, softly – with
seeds of love and patience – she
offers Her gifts.
“Be gentle with yourself,”
she whispers – the unconditional
love that is
lustrous in Her eyes
beckoning; urging the Masculine
energy to entwine with
Her and know of itself as Wholeness –
Divine Masculine one with Divine Feminine –
from this day on.
“Our strength is not in our
separateness, but in our
togetherness.
The Heart/Mind dichotomy
replaced by
Heart-Mind.”
As the Masculine rises up to
meet the challenge and
discover its own
Divinity,
it tentatively
merges with
Divine Feminine and
Wholeness is born.
In the moment of
conception two energies
converge to become a
vast ocean, and each
knows itself both as Itself and
as something more:
Fullness.
Totality of being.
The space from which
creation is born.