The feminine, the inner divine energy. Repressed for long and it can leave you empty, exhausted, like the light has switched off. Your passion depleted. Your body emptier, physical not entirely there, spirit retreated where all the souls go to rest.
Reignited, and you have a wild woman running with the wolves. You have the energy of previous ancestors, all praying to be set free. An internal purging. This time the shift seems more definite. More set in stone. Like rocks and water, this separation of choice seems more clear. Being around water and nature has taken a shift that I knew was coming. My eyes have been clear of the stones and glass that blurred its vision. Mosaics now in replacement of what was tainted vision. I feel like I have come out of delusion. From internal confusion, anger, resentment, suffering, guilt, from internal burning, from losing God, detachment, forgiveness, to loving, to praying, to where I am now. This decade of horrors has only seemed like a dream. These past four years a tsunami of emotions, still I find myself grieving. They cast judgment on me like steel rails, battering the insides of my ears for days. For this reason I wish to cut cords.
To release the mental metal bars I find myself in through words. Even when miles away.
So now the young lady, of flowers, of golden sun, of Aftab, of Sufism, of movement can finally just be. Growing tired is the current state. I will release myself from this world when the time is ready, if this unease does not shift.
But for now, a wild woman, this wolf woman must move through her legs. Transmute all that was trapped through her toes, her fingers and how they intertwine with the space around her forming butterflies. Her mouth releasing pretty plants as she speaks, snakes bending up her back as her hips swing side to side as she dances. She is at one with her inner wolf. Her body, her limbs, her mind and her friends, work as a pack to fight the fight.