Reclaiming the Divine Feminine

I now honor the potential I hold;

Slavishly birthing kings that then seek to dethrone me

I shall capitulate no more

You want my nectar?

You want the chalice of multiplicity that is my womb space?

Then hold up your end of the bargain

I require the freedom to know you, the opportunity to forget you and the capriciousness to get to know you again

I hold no ill will,

I am peace like a river

However tread water with care

There are rip currents that can take you under

I love like a refinery’s fire

And that love can burn like dry ice

Lest you forget, you may be the I AM

But I begot the breath you need to utter the words

Now let me fat in peace