The start of a new song today…

It’s time
To be the kind of woman
That evil hates
And the bigger heart celebrates.
It’s time
To be the kind of woman
That leads the way
By what she knows and feels.
It’s time to be the kind of woman that
Demonstrates…
Love is real.

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Now I truly see 
The irony.
As I walk outside today - 
Fully bare,
Exposed to all,
Never more womanly.
Actually,
I hardly think I ever knew
Until this moment, 
What the word ‘woman’
Really stood for,
Because in my house,
In my little-girl world,
The undomesticated
Version of ‘she’,
Was pretty much
Sight unseen.

I suppose that’s because
‘She’ is an experience.
No amount of explaining
Or training
Or proclaiming 
Of “I am woman hear me roar”
Can cause the kind of 
Thunder and lightening storm 
Of that feminine life force -
God born in the one 
Who has the courage 
To own that power
And grace!
With Jesus they called it “Christ”,
Yet long before 
There was Mother Earth…
Maker of miracles,
Divinity in form.

Which reminds me of those 
Who go to the zoo, 
Because they feel a need
To meet 
The more polite variety 
Of wild and true.
Make no mistake,
They know that they
Are nature in a cage,
Conveniently displayed
For the ones who are too
Afraid 
To just be,
The divine sexy beast
With all of its god-given
Instinct.

Instead,
Meet the explosive progress
Of the ‘civilized’ world.
Where nature herself 
Has gone underground,
Trampled
Tortured
Used
Abused
And raped,
While the patriarch pants
And aches,
To touch it
Drill it
Hold it
Show it
Own it
And sell it
For pure pleasure and profit.
“Supply and demand!”
I hear them say -
A simple equation
That any learned,
Band-wagon person
Is sure to agree upon.

Will we survive
This little way of life?
Fed and watered by fear,
Seems we are desperate 
For that precious hit,
Of what we simply cannot believe…

   We are already infused with.

© Eileen Meyer