The Divine Feminine urges us to The Divine Feminine is urging us to receive her more fully into the bellyto allow her life flow she needs to flow, to move, to vibrate in our bodywe are her entry into the worldwithout her the Wild Soul Life is limited in contactthe physical world receives her touch through Usshe takes our seeds and dreams them into formso we birth them into the worldwe are all made in reflection of Mother, Maand she is our first teachershe lives in both the darkened light and lightthis perhaps forgotten, diluted in understandingand so overtime…no longer was her voice received no longer was she seenno longer was she feltno longer was her wisdom valuedthe pathway to her stifled from cultural preferenceairbrushed out of magazinespainted over in facesbound and hidden in outfits edited by the over learnedand so her presence dwindledan idea grew“not safe to let her in”kept in the basement tucked away from what ‘should’ beher denied form ghosting us again and againto return, to returnher presence relies on usas we honouras we acknowledgeand celebrate herwe let ourselves see, hear, touchwe let our Wild Feminine inform us in daily taskswe can listen to the wisdom inside, in everythingand embrace thethe dreamingthe beautythe mystery of the Wild Mother of All
The Divine Feminine is urging us to receive her more fully into the bellyto allow her life flow she needs to flow, to move, to vibrate in our bodywe are her entry into the worldwithout her the Wild Soul Life is limited in contactthe physical world receives her touch through Usshe takes our seeds and dreams them into formso we birth them into the worldwe are all made in reflection of Mother, Maand she is our first teachershe lives in both the darkened light and lightthis perhaps forgotten, diluted in understandingand so overtime…no longer was her voice received no longer was she seenno longer was she feltno longer was her wisdom valuedthe pathway to her stifled from cultural preferenceairbrushed out of magazinespainted over in facesbound and hidden in outfits edited by the over learnedand so her presence dwindledan idea grew“not safe to let her in”kept in the basement tucked away from what ‘should’ beher denied form ghosting us again and againto return, to returnher presence relies on usas we honouras we acknowledgeand celebrate herwe let ourselves see, hear, touchwe let our Wild Feminine inform us in daily taskswe can listen to the wisdom inside, in everythingand embrace thethe dreamingthe beautythe mystery of the Wild Mother of All
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