She calls me
Laced with her magic and mystery she creates from the void
In darkness she responds
In darkness her pulsing magnetic mystery calls forth those of us who pay attention
Tidal her life flows effortlessly
She communes with the moon and dances with the wonder of new life
From her, new life is born
As she sheds her lining she asks us to open and listen
As she paints the canvas with her crimson hues of what’s no longer needed I feel her
She guides us to our deepest depths within
She bares knowledge meant only for those of us inspired with connection
Memories of our ancestors beat within her walls
She carries the strength of all the women who have come before us
She asks us to listen
She asks us to connect
Feel her, love her, be with her
She is the key to a portal of untapped, infinite creation beyond the mysteries of the world deeper than our minds could ever imagine.
Open to her, this portal of wisdom
This tapestry of tender loving moments she asks us to experience as we enter our inner winter moments
No need to push, or pull, just flow
She asks us to flow, she shows us how to flow
Do you allow the flow or do you block her rivers of unwavering unfiltered guidance and love?
She is the cave I was born from and the cave I have birthed from
She has created me and she supports me in all the threads of the weaving of my desires.
Womb wisdom, let it flow, let it guide you to the edges of your desires.
Let her flow through you.