Which kind of women do you choose to be.

Is your cup half empty or overfull?

Are you the women listening to the call from deep within, rooted and profound, coming from distant worlds and galaxies both seen and unseen.

Have you evoked the race of your life the one against your own personal past?

Have you accepted the wand of justice sharpening the view of your own triggers?

Are you that women stuck in her own dark places, at the slightest hint of life force moving upwards.

Are you that women allowing herself to be preoccupied by the unconscious shame passed on through lifetimes.

Or are you the women that steps into your own power.

Hands moving in graceful musicality- an extension of your hearts giving,

Unforgiving in your determination to become conscious,

And, at the same time, carry yourself with dignified grace and softness in your own loving embrace.

Do you fear the spark of vitality?

Does it burn your skin?

Or are you the women that takes your rightful place around the ancestral campfire in admiration of its competency.

Warming your toes, your finger- tops and your heart portal as it pushes its influence into your mind’s eye,

Illuminating your talents, revealing ancient cobwebs still glistening with the morning dew.

Are you the women that answers your souls purpose?

 Aho sister!

Are you the women who recognizes the battle approaching and deflects it before it arrives because you have conquered it first within yourself.

Are you the women dodging crossfire with liquidity but unwavering integrity.

Are you that women victimized by your own sense of lack, as the plasma seeps unknowingly into unsatiable and ingrateful jaws, pretending to be soft lips of sweet nectar?

Or are you her, that sees through the veil of that reality and allows the uncomfortable emotions to fall at your feet where the waves soften them into transparent granules of sand revealing their golden-ness?

Are you the women who has submerged herself in the buried blackness of all of her parts.

Revealing aquamarine oceans and rainbow fish medicine, magnetizing delightful thoughts, dispersing lifetimes of anguish.

Are you the women receiving the darts of her own displeasure and evaporating them in the seeing eye of your stellar cave.

Are you the women who feels everything deeply and allows it to ripple through you, remaining steadfast and faithful to your center.

Do you force your academic opinions with projections of deception.

Or do you inspire truth by just being.

Are you that women who holds your sexuality in contempt.

Or do you cherish her and protect her as you would an innocent child.

Do you lift your shoulders high and encourage humanity to elevation as if they were your own body.

Or do you break it all down, as a thief in the night, while smiling in high societal fraudulence.

Are you that women who blames her partner for your lack of luster or do you receive the responsibility and reflect it back as a respectful offering.

Do you beg for approval in weak acquiescence, or do you permit your own wildness and walk stealthy and authentic as a black panther in its habitat.

Are you the women who takes heed of her dreams, gathering your wholeness in the picture play of symbolic and encrypted messages.

Are you the women that holds hatred at bay, value the fragrance that is yours to face, and reverse the rest into crystalline affections gift-ing it back to the enemy, within or without, to integrate.

Are you she, that accepts this challenge bestowed upon your DNA?

Will you stand up and fight for the birthright of the universal soul?

Are you the women who steps onto your path spear in hand.

Taking no prisoners and killing no living being.

Yet ,destroying the prison of disillusionment with your deepest breath cutting through illusions with your pure intention

Are you the women that is no longer afraid of the flames of her own gentle yet fierce femininity for she is your friend as all the elements of our dear Mother Earth are.

Settle them all into your toolbox, my love.

Are you the mother who sings her children awake – dancing them into curious luminescence of awe-some laughter.

Preparing them for their own hero’s journey.

Or do you lullaby them into a deep slumber so heavy that it is difficult to awaken even when the sun shines bright.

Where do you spend your moments?

Between the canopy of the tree people with your back on the earth and your breast to the sky nibbling on walnuts.

Or are you knee deep in the quicksand of your own limiting beliefs, suspicion and grief pulling you down.

Where does your curiosity lead you?

 Lucid dreams and imaginings of universes beyond the stars.

Or in distractions and gossip of destruction and discontent.

What are you wearing in the presence of your reflection?

A waterfall caressing the curves of your embodiment, bedazzled with droplets of crystal clearness.

Or the anger of the collective psychosis, in the colour of division.

Are you the women that can break unessential patterns with a blink of an eye because you have tamed your own demons and dragons, freed them too from their concealment.

Welcoming bowls of effervescent bubbles in all energy fields.

Are you the women that carries the sun in your womb that will lighten and brighten the never-ending path that you must walk alone,

naked and in flow, fully protected by trust and creativity.

I was that woman once and choose at each new moment to be the women now.

It is never too late within this eternal comedy of the field of all that is possible. It is not too late.

Be the woman too, if you are not already, and heed the call of the Great Work to restore the collective flame to its rightful balance.

Join the celebration of the worlds!

Take my hand and walk your own path with me, sharing spirit

Be ready to receive the vitality and pizazz of your courageous choosings.

Should we stumble and fall then let us support each other in the remembering again and again and again.

As we lead ourselves, individually and unified back to Home.

Belong here where you have always been welcome.

Do you remember your worth, women?

Do you hear now the call from deep within, rooted and profound?

Be still then and just listen…………………………………..

I ask again, which kind of women do you choose to be now?