Beatuiful, Strong, Independant Woman. {Poem}

Beautiful, Strong, Independent Woman

You were brought into the universe to shine
Under the light of the full pregnant moon
To stand tall, resurrected in all your glory
You’re divine feminine
Fierce like a mighty oak
With many far reaching branches
Roots that sink deep into the rich soil of the earth
Your spirit was meant to soar as a regal hawk
To fly to the tallest peak of the highest mountain
And to free-fall to the deepest depths of the roaring sea

Beautiful, Strong, Independent Woman
You were meant to run fast and free
Through rain forests lush and green
A Tarzan swing from tree to tree
Fast as a gazelle; sleek and stealth
You were meant to outrun volcanic ash and meteor showers
You were meant to overcome thorns and deep, rich agony
A solar flare through the darkest of days, the stormiest of nights
A Phoenix born from a catacomb of ash
Azura of the crimson gate: the princess with a sphere of dusk and dawn
Light and dark; the sun and the moon
A diamond in the sky

Beautiful, Strong, Independent Woman
You are truth, uncensored and unfiltered
In a world full of personas and lies
You are designed to create and co-create
Warmth for others to be birthed and to become
Moments of unveiling in the womb of life
Nestled together; twins holding the truth with a gilded staff
Zeus in the feminine; unmasked and raw
You were meant to be authentic and transparent
In a world consumed to be a plastic army of one

Beautiful, Strong, Independent Woman
You were meant to be free
You were meant to run naked across landscapes
Without the shackles of time
Licking berry stained fingertips
Washing down the gift offered from the universe
With crystal clear refreshment melted from snowy peaks
You were meant to be barefoot
Digging your toes in the rich green velvet carpet
While inhaling the sweet aroma of honeysuckle and hyacinth
You were never meant to compromised or silenced
The lies of the serpent brought uncertainty; insecurity

Beautiful, Strong, Independent Woman
Let your hips sway under the light of the full pregnant moon
Feel the warmth of the whiskey coil through your insides
Until you feel the warmth in the center of your femininity
Move your body to the beat and rhythm
African drums and tambourines
Feel the light of the bonfire move through you
Let your love ripple and radiate through the universe
Celebrate your Roma ancestors of old
Shake your curls free as they cascade and dance around you
With a rhythm all their own
Inhale the scent of cedar and evergreen
Raise your hands to the Milky Way and let the breeze move you
Welcome your emotions and visions as you would an old friend
An oracle in a trance: allow it, feel it, and then set it free

Beautiful, Strong, Independent Woman
There is a wild woman awakening inside of you
Do not suffocate or stifle her any more
Birth her into the universe to shine
Under the light of the full pregnant moon
To stand tall, resurrected in all her glory
Her divine feminine
Fierce like a mighty oak
With many far reaching branches
Roots that sink deep into the rich soil of the earth
Her spirit was meant to soar as a regal hawk
To fly to the tallest peak of the highest mountain
And to free-fall to the deepest depths of the roaring sea

Author: Mary Rogers

Apprentice Editor: Taija Jackson/Editor: Emily Bartran

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