Poetry Interlude: The Rising Of The Feminine Mystique....

Please enjoy another beautiful piece of poetry by Trudi Nicola of “Sparks Of Light.”

Trudi has very generously agreed to share poems that she has scribed in response to, or in tandem with, what is coming up in themes I write about in my “Sunrise Salutations.”

Trudi was noticing that a lot of what I was sharing, resonated deeply with what she was feeling, dreaming, and writing about too. And thus this beautiful collaboration was born.

Trudi’s share this week felt so in sync with a piece I wrote last Autumn called “The Devine Mother Is Risen.” I am republishing this piece here tonight, as we have grown considerably since I first joined last October and began publishing here.

A big thank you to Trudi for sharing these beautiful gems, and for also helping me to slow down and tune back into what began my love affair with writing as a teen….poetry and spoken word.

Connect more with Trudi, by visiting her Substack page “Sparks Of Light.” I hope her words and arrangements touch your soul as deeply as they have for mine.

Thank you so much Trudi for sharing your work with my audience.

https://substack.com/@trudinicola

Maiden, Mother, Crone

By Trudi Nicola

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI come to you in many forms Maiden, Mother, CroneIt is through me all things are born Maiden, Mother, CroneMy soul is vast, it knows no end Maiden, Mother, CroneMy heart, all life, desires to tend Maiden, Mother, CroneDo not despair as you grow old Maiden, Mother, CroneYour natural cycle must unfold Maiden, Mother, CroneWe all crave beauty, desire love Maiden, Mother, CroneAs it is below, so it is above Maiden, Mother, CroneSet not your longing on all that dies Maiden, Mother, CroneFor all flesh withers, life passes by Maiden, Mother, CroneFocus instead on what to give Maiden, Mother, CronePass on your wisdom to those who live Maiden, Mother, CroneStep into your birthright, hold your head high Maiden, Mother, CroneFeet grounded in earth, eyes gracing the sky Maiden, Mother, CroneFeel nature's power course through your veins Maiden, Mother, CroneBow now to the Goddess, for in you she reigns Maiden, Mother, Crone

https://substack.com/@trudinicola

THE DEVINE MOTHER IS RISEN

By Solarah

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe Devine Mother is risen. She will not be ridiculed. She will not be shamed. She will not be dissected and pulled apart because she doesn’t fit another’s imaginary standards. She will not be bullied. She will not be silenced. She will not amend Herself to fit in lists and boxes for others to tick off…as though they are arbiters of Her truth, and negotiators of Her harvest. She will not tame her wildness and ferocity because it makes others uncomfortable. She will not temper Her passion and fury at human acts of passivity that fuel deep patterns of injustice. She will not be used and taken from. She will not give of Herself freely to those who squandered Her wealth. She will not settle into being an object of desire when lust is pursued, then a target of guilt and shame when that same lust is satisfied. She will not be used carelessly in ritual by those who don’t have the true passage of rites. She is wild. She is beautiful. She is gentle. She is ugly. She is docile. She is loud. She is calm. She is rousing. She is serious. She is comedy. She is endings. She is beginnings. She is everything. Don’t try to put her in a box, because you’re uncomfortable of stepping out of your own. She will burn that box down to the ground, and force you to confront why you would ever dare to try and cage an infinite being. She’ll turn your life to ash - not in vengeance - but to make you tired of your own self-limiting bullshit. And she’ll do this because She loves you and sees the infinite potential you run from, and others try to blind you to. Her Love isn’t sweet words, broken vows, and acts of false loyalty and duty. Her Love moves mountains and shatters illusions. Her Love breaks chains and arrests despairing cycles. Her Love isn’t this insipid shit that temporarily abates hunger while opening you to bigger voids to longing. Her Love forces you to rise up out of every bed of misery and misfortune that other negligent beings had you laying in while professing that they loved you. Her Love will force you to do battle with every aspect of yourself you refuse to take ownership of and accept. Her Love will slay you so that you come face to face with your fears and see that you are greater. Her Love isn’t gooshy and childish. It is eternal. It is immortal. It is primordial. It is the substance from which the universe was dreamed into being. Her waters are beyond ancient and not for everyone. Trespassers drown, but those who Love Her in Spirit and Truth are born again. The Devine Mother is risen….and Her true children know Her voice. Asé