This woman, this soul, resilient and free / Paints her canvas with hues of possibility / In the stillness, I find a sanctuary of grace / A tapestry of lessons, each line on my face
I don't remember a time when I didn't write. My dad would always make up games, stories, songs and poems, he could create magic with words and I fell in love with how different words sounded and rhymes felt. He could transport us to somewhere different with the stories he created and I knew I wanted to offer this to people too someday.
I heard the Earth speak to me this morning, As I bled on her bosom, the day adorning. In the sacred dance of life's creation, A celebration of menstruation, a divine sensation.
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Amidst the lights, the cheer, and merry songs, There lingers a quiet, where solitude belongs.
In the garden of my being, seasons dance and sway, Each phase a delicate bloom in its destined way.
In shadows deep, where secrets dwell, A woman's heart, a hidden spell, Made to feel shame for who she is,
In the depths of moon's mysterious gleam, Within the luteal phase, a sacred dream, A journey awaits, with cacao's embrace, A dance of hormones, a tranquil space.
In the twilight of her forty years, A woman, wise beyond her tears, Gathered courage, faced her fears, To sit with Huachuma, the master seer.
Sit with me in sacred space and a tale I shall unfold, Of a love affair enchanted, with a cup of cocoa bold.