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My Dark Feminine Power
I'm not a casual encounter
For one to stumble upon
While looking to deflate, inflate or infiltrate
I am not the place to avoid one's true self
I am not for those with tender feet
Afraid to walk upon my seething flames
I am not for the faint of heart
I am the mother of devotion
I transmute poison into medicine
I am the belly of the volcano
Jump inside with a liars heart
And I shall spit you out
Dance the dance of life and death
I am the foot print of the ancient ones
Blown away in the wind
With no shred of resistance
I am not here to be owned
I am unseeable colors of the unknown
This is not a test
To pass or fail
Not a conquer, nor defeat
I simply be
Because I am nothing
I am everything
Open like a wave of potential
To form each moment
Letting time whip through me
Letting desire burn away identity
Letting what comes to go through me
I am certainty and mystery
I am energy
My dark warmth awaits
Within my womb space
Shakti, Medusa, Mother Mary, Ma Kali
Their blood runs through me
There is no pain, no thought, no story
That I cannot transmute
I am an instrument of truth
For one to stumble upon
While looking to deflate, inflate or infiltrate
I am not the place to avoid one's true self
I am not for those with tender feet
Afraid to walk upon my seething flames
I am not for the faint of heart
I am the mother of devotion
I transmute poison into medicine
I am the belly of the volcano
Jump inside with a liars heart
And I shall spit you out
Dance the dance of life and death
I am the foot print of the ancient ones
Blown away in the wind
With no shred of resistance
I am not here to be owned
I am unseeable colors of the unknown
This is not a test
To pass or fail
Not a conquer, nor defeat
I simply be
Because I am nothing
I am everything
Open like a wave of potential
To form each moment
Letting time whip through me
Letting desire burn away identity
Letting what comes to go through me
I am certainty and mystery
I am energy
My dark warmth awaits
Within my womb space
Shakti, Medusa, Mother Mary, Ma Kali
Their blood runs through me
There is no pain, no thought, no story
That I cannot transmute
I am an instrument of truth
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