Inner Black Madonna
Pondering on the dark feminine in our cultures
In the shadows of our psyche's folds,
A feminine force, unseen, unfolds,
It is a darkness, deep and wide,
A place where ego fears to abide.
This hidden realm, surreal and strange,
Is where we fear to seek exchange,
For fear of what we might unveil,
The uncharted depths that might assail.
Yet within this darkness, there lies a power,
A force that can shake our very tower,
It is the yin to the yang of our soul,
The dark, the feminine, the whole.
It's a realm of mystery and delight,
A place of beauty, both day and night,
Where we can dance with shadows cast,
And find our essence in the past.
So let us embrace the darkness deep,
And let the feminine force us to keep,
A balance between our dark and light,
And let it guide us to our true sight.
For in this balance, we will find,
The hidden truths of heart and mind,
The beauty of our deepest soul,
The power to make ourselves whole.
** authors note **
This is a poem about a recent article written on the dark feminine aspect in Daoism. If you are interested, you are welcome to read it:
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Centina Alexa König-Weichhardt
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This was such a breath taking beautiful poem. I'm struggling to find words that feel adequate for the serenity and peace this brought me.
Your poem are so beautiful and have very deep depth to them especially this one 😍
It is a powerful reminder of the beauty and strength that exists within each of us, waiting to be discovered.