Woman is so much more than words and images.
We are listening essence,
From the Earth, our Magnetism.
From the Sun, our Radiance.
From our blood and bellies, the birthers of soul.
You ARE the sacred feast,
the holy offering,
the light and dark woven into flesh.
You are the grail of bloody thighs,
of opening moans & bones devoted to brokering life.
Be lifted by that.
Within you lies a blueprint of creation with POWER beyond your wildest imagination.
It is your birthright to conjure it, to live it and to share it by the willingness to forgive the ways in which you've betrayed it, in which you still hide it and in which you allow others to abuse it.
Patiently it waits for the embrace of your awareness, for the coded touch of your loving presence. So that it may entrust you with its power of remembrance and unfurl you into revelation of your ultimate Soul Dance.
I have loved in life
and I have been loved.
I have drunk the bowl of poison
from the hands of love as nectar,
and have been raised above life’s joy and sorrow.
My heart, aflame in love,
set afire every heart that came in touch with it.
My heart has been rent
and joined again;
My heart has been broken
and again made whole;
My heart has been wounded
and healed again;
A thousand deaths my heart has died,
and thanks be to love,
it lives yet.
I went through hell and saw there love’s raging fire,
and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love.
I wept in love
and made all weep with me;
I mourned in love
and pierced the hearts of men;
And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks,
the rocks burst forth as volcanoes.
The whole world sank in the flood
caused by my one tear;
With my deep sigh the earth trembled,
and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved,
I shook the throne of God in heaven.
I bowed my head low in humility,
and on my knees I begged of love,
“Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.”
She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth,
and spoke softly in my ear,
“My dear one,
thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved
whom thou hast adored.”
Written by Hazrat Inayat Khan
Let the old dust rise like a storm and the worthy fall in worship to your feet.
You are in the midnight threshold of hidden to Divine.
You are fierce in your gentleness. You are eternal in your mortality.
Your bones. Shake them.
Your belly. Listen to it.
Your womb. Awaken it.
Your power. BE it.