Field of Shakti

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Raw and real
Brave and scared
A little girl curls up inside my heart
as the priestess puts on her robes
Rest in strong arms, restore with deep tears
Mourn and honor every part of my feminine being,
even as I find my way along the razor’s edge
The deep masculine in and around me, is of me as well
Empty mind, full body
Open arms stretched infinitely wide, with finger tips curved so slightly
imploring me to expand … to fill the space completely
Fortifying the sisterhood of everything and nothing
while we remember this eternal dance
in the field of Shakti

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