Awaken The Voice
The lone wolf standing,
calling to the moon,
offering her howl to the heavens,
she knows what it means to offer her voice,
into the void for all who wish to hear.
Awakening the precious undertones of nature
as cells drink in the night felt dewy sensations of fear,
mixed with undoubtedly sure-footed primal instinct
of feet on the ground,
furred body and mouth of saliva,
calling to that ‘she moon’ that looks down
on our own territory of flesh and bone.
She who does not leave us,
will always mother us
and allow those fluid waters and rich blood
to flow through our bodies.
The feminine being and her own fire,
will she decide to no longer be that same lone-wolf?
And will she now take courage to pull her clan around her,
to find new ways of communication,
new ways to offer her medicine,
will she let go of that rivaled and unconscious competition or envy?
No longer a threat to her carefully nurtured and blended medicine,
mixed in her own cauldron,
so carefully steeped with her own wisdom.
So her howl becomes the howl of many others
and the wisdom becomes the wisdom of all our hearts
and the cauldron expands and spills
into the medicine bags of all those who will dare to carry them,
as the medicines power pulls us closer to the earth
and the mothers voice reaches in
and joins those forces together.
Blending her own mix of careful ingredients
that only she knows the recipe for.
And together we come,
knowing it is right and timely to do so.
To share what is dear to us,
to share our own fire,
our own creative juice.
Where do we come from?
It does not matter,
we have been called into a web that is woven
with magic and sensuality,
woven with blessings of the wider web of mystery
Woven with the threads of many dreams
and dreamt into being.
We become that one web,
we become that one fire,
we become that one juicy bowl of medicine
filled with the ripeness of all we are.
And the fire grows and sparkles and
sends its light amongst many other dancers
and medicine ways.
A new model and map for conforming
old stereotypical patterns that no longer
no longer fit in today’s hunt for the resurgence of the feminine,
the awakening of the mother and the wisdom
of ages that was put aside.
Hidden in the depths of our bellies,
forced to shut up,
hide our face,
Let us dance and sing together,
let us pray and stomp our feet together,
let us speak out and share our stories together.
Let us sit in the quiet silence together
as witness to the fire
and all it is illuminating,
so that its dance is no longer
one of unconscious competition and anger
of the masculine matrix of domination.
Let us sit in a circle together.
SHE has a Voice © MyVoice Publishing
Hear it spoken….