Deep feminine breath tapped into Source,
and how on earth could I possibly hold back;
though there are times for restraint, I guess;
I am not one of those who find it easy
to inhabit that particular ken; rather,
when passion seeks an outlet for healing
or for humor, I am its natural conduit,
a voice for those silenced over millennia,
as being born female set us up to embody
that slow burning fire men long desired
for their own misguided masculine;
The fires that ran through their warrior blood
ignited not temperance (for fire needed stoking);
instead they sought destruction, lit Us on fire,
desired all that Woman knew and had discretion
enough to contain - the magic, the medicine,
the sensual nature of our sex;
Times may have called for austerity back then,
Creation calling for balance as Creation will do,
yet kings and noblemen pillaged land instead,
destroyed the past, thinking they could harness
the future for themselves, greedy with power and fear
of not existing, the fire that raged until it obliterated
the entire forest, and being human, that thrill translated
to domination, driving the hunt;
No compassion for the hunted, no, they wanted little to do
with exploring their own inner life, the yin and the yang;
indeed they ruled the world for a time,
but this was not always so;
There was time before Their time, the Age of Taurus,
the earth stewards, an era of peace, believe it or not,
no remnants of war from those days, no bastions or weapons,
no need to defend something that never belonged to anyone
in this Matriarchy, and everybody knew it; nothing to crave
and compete for, within that collective mindset;
Oh, but I am weary of war, within and without; can we now
return to peaceful times, having explored enough extremes,
enough out-of-bounds masculine, can men finally gentle down,
can women at last rise to receive them in mutual kindness,
can a world overrun with domination simply seek moderation
while we learn to restrain that ingrained impulse to burn
from within and without, tending instead the gentle fires
of Creation; delight in art and music and the beautiful diversity
in all living things?

Pololu Valley, Overlook, HI ~ bj 2025
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Oh let it be so! And soon!
Weren’t we born for such times?! I’d like to believe we get to live to see them. For everybody, of course! 🙏♥️
Those are good wishes Bela.
This earth belongs to all living creatures. May we act on that truth. (K)
Mag we, indeed! Tired of the alternative. 🙏💕
Thanks for sharing your thoughts. Very insightful and thought-provoking.
Glad you enjoyed reading and had your mind piqued a bit. 😉🙏