Wednesday, October 26, 2016

The Queen: A Poem

She dances, she dreams, she bleeds, she cries, she fights, but still she stands.

 She is rooted to Mother Earth. Gaia. She burns anger, she burns love, she burns bliss, she burns passion, she burns sensuality, she burns creativity.

 She is shakti. She is a love elixir. She is dripping honey. She is pure gold. She is the darkness. She is the light. She is a lioness. She is a warrioress.

 Love pours out of her womb and heart onto the world.

 She is a goddess
 She is a sovereign queen
 She stands alone
 She stands with her king


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