The medicine of the Thorn

Feminine Oracular Prose

Anchored in your Feminine Body

The stretches of your heart are sacred invitations

In their core is the Wisdom of the Mystery

To slow down attuning your Being 

to the inner rhythm of the matter of your Body

Breathed by the same Wise Feminine Force 

Moving the seasons, the moon, the depths of the oceans.

Bowing to the stretches of your heart,

Instead of repressing, controlling or dominating

A softening of your body will naturally unfold

A dropping belly mirroring the ancient fertility Goddesses

Who created You out of a Love without purpose or end.

Your heart is bleeding as Remembrance

Of Her Love.

Slowing down your Breath

Embracing the ropes of thorns pressing your heart

Breathed by Her Love,

Your jaw will soften

Your shoulders drop

To lean into an Embrace of Oneness 

with the Earth beneath you.

Your heart is bleeding as Remembrance 

Of Belonging.

Safe and Held again by Her,

Your tears will freely flow into Her rivers of Love.

Your eyes will no more grasp the world or the pain

But receive Her flowing through them

As Virginal Loving Presence

Seeing again through Her eyes 

The Beauty permeating your Grief.

our heart is bleeding as Remembrance

Of the Sacred Ordinariness.

As Kali’s sharp sword,

The thorn of the black Rose pierces your heart to the core.

Your heart is bleeding as Remembrance

To drop and explore your Mystery 

Down and beyond the mask

Dropping the subtlest weapon of protection

To be Naked as the humus of the soil 

Humble, knees pressing the Earth

Sinking Down Inside the matter of the Bodies.

There

She will be waiting for you.

Dark velvet fragrance of Love,

Whispers of trust,

Rich, Palpable, Majestic Presence

Will spiral from the centerless Eye of your Cosmic Womb

For the Remembrance that you are Loved and Belong

Holding the Medicine

You are 

Pulsing, speaking and seeing 

Through your Sacred Channel of your Feminine Body.

Your heart is bleeding as Resurrection

of Her Mystery through You.