What a sight you are!
A true Goddess of your own creation.
The holy red gushes down your legs.
You stand naked, bare breasted.
The defiance in your eyes.
The slight smile on your lips.
They magnetic sway of your hips.
They ridicule you and laugh at you.
Your raw power scares them.
You know how to CONNECT.
You know how to join together.
You are a natural leader.
And that scares them.
They call you a sinner.
Never will you be a saint.
Even if you have fed the last morsel to them.
They have burnt you over and over.
But from those ashes have you arisen…
Again and again.
With different names.
In different countries and cultures.
The guilt they have bred in us,
Is not to be found in you.
The palpable fear is also absent.
For you seek no validation from them.
You don’t care to play by their rules.
Holiness in every ounce of your blood.
Every Goddess of every culture,
They reside in your body.
You are holy, the Creatrix!
You are not afraid of pleasure.
You know what to do with pain.
You are here to liberate other sisters.
You are not looking for personal gain.
Never have you controlled the urges,
That women have been taught to do.
Instead you have transmuted them into alchemy.
You have transformed them into divine inspiration.
You have ignited the fires of passion.
And made magic with the man you held.
For a God he was when you made love to him.
You are his Goddess.
You are our Goddess.
Your mission is to tell the others.
To activate the powers of the Womb.
This FEM-FORCE will steer us into a new awareness.
Let them worship the sacred blood of your menstruation.
For that is the only atonement from their end.
To have defiled and demonised the sacred life force of the menstrual blood.
They say you are a whore.
What does it matter if you are Madonna or a whore?
They have raped, pillaged and tortured,
The mother, maiden and the crone.
No one is safe.
They will find the Wild Ones.
Silenced they must be.
But how can they be shut for life?
In their voices is the fem-force of life and death.
We will be told we are evil.
We will be told our magick is for the devil.
The Devil is but Lucifer, the bringer of Truth.
The apple is the process of initiation.
It is you, yes you as Eve,
Who initiated Adam.
It is you Sita, who burned Rama’s sins,
In the fire of your sacrifice.
Wild Woman you will make us eat time and again,
From that sweet apple of knowledge and passion.
Run like a She-wolf and howl at the moon.
You are the Matriarch, the very crux of civilisation.
Tonight under the Full Moon, you will rub the damp earth on your body.
And make love to the Earth.
She is as wild as you are.
Soul lovers through infinities.
Image by Alexandra Banti