Because woman is life.
In a world still rooted in fear of life,
The vibrancy of woman, that wild feminine energy,
which cannot be predicted or directed or controlled,
has been systematically stamped out,
In favor of stale, fake,
White bread on shelves,
Instead of green plants in our mouths.
The beauty and pulsating river of love,
That flows from the flower of woman,
Is commodified and sold,
Rather than worshipped and channeled
into the magic of art, pleasure, and creation.
And so we live in a society without color.
So rigid it will crumble any day now, if the flow
of love from the feminine heart
does not return to our Earth soon.
Our women are mute,
Unable to see themselves outside of the male gaze,
Seeking, seeking, always seeking, from the outside
Hungry, hungry, hungry for that which cannot be filled,
neither by a man nor by a meal.
And yet we continue to stuff our bodies with both.
Hoping, wishing, praying,
to be finally found, loved, and cherished,
They will not come find us, for they are lost as well.
We must find ourselves.
They will not love us, for they are thirsty as well.
We must make love to ourselves.
They will not worship us, for they are afraid as well.
We must bow down to ourselves.
We each, men and women, must seek the true Source.
The One within.
Tap in and drink.
Let us return together.