Oh, How She Rises!
Channeling the Divine Feminine: Poem from A Fever Dream
She is boundlessness embodied;
She is metal meeting heat;
She is the turning of a screw.
She is your armor and your wounding;
White witch and wounded healer;
Intuition, with ambition to banish ego to its tomb.
Decadent depravity, when she’s aching for her freedom.
She is soft
When she is trusted and allowed to be herself.
To round her ragged edges, love wild states that she inhabits when objectified,
Objectified, objectified, suppressed.
Love her frozen and when burning.
She gives warmth and mountain springs
To satisfy a yearning.
She’s in Montana and Alaska
Fishing fish out from the sea.
She is your island. You are her people.
Cities and their angels root and rise
Heroically,
Seeing order found in chaos.
There is chaos in everything.
Set the bonfire blazing and call upon The Watchers.
Celebrate the cycle’s ending.
Take your seat and rest.
The harvest has been gathered.
Your fruit is on the mantle.
An offering, when offered, will not pass by her lips unblessed.
Delighted and uplifted to see your peace-filled nature
Bringing forth your best.
To her, a treasure and a gift.
About the Creator
Deborah Smith
A new soul who dreams of seeing as much of the world as possible on foot. I believe in the power of the collective to write, paint, compose a more benevolent world into being. Common themes in my writing: dreams, social justice, and nature
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