For consciousness,
first a part of you must die.
The ego must cease to exist,
Call upon your inner Morrigan.
Leave the carrion for the crows,
and allow the bones to carry you across the bridge between worlds.
Walk upon it barefooted,
steadfast with awakened tenacity and intention.

Sometimes I wish I could just forget.
Shed you like a snake sheds its skin,
but from within.

Our lips were destined to meet, with the Gods as our witnesses. They had already foreseen our fate.
The lions den, a felicitious setting for two warriors passion to be ignited.
Neptune commanded his waves to crash at our feet, to join us, mirroring the intensity between our bodies.
The water that is a part of us both, wildly swirled.
Then as swiftly as a storm brewing can shift, it serenely synthesized into a tranquil lapping as the ocean caressed the shore. 
Zeus' lightning tore through the clouds somewhere on this earth that night, which illuminated the electricity flowing between you and I.
It was as if we had known eachother in another life, another relm, another time.
And irrevocably were in perfect harmony, reunited, at home within eachothers embrace.
The way our minds effortlessly merged, the familiarity upon my lips as your tongue danced with mine.
As I dived into the layers upon layers of your energy, a synopsis, a sliver inside your soul.
My body instinctively and magnetically drawn to sink deeper into yours, to move with you, to be as one, to let you deep inside me, free to wander, to explore all that is me.
Bewitched by your brown eyes under the moonlight, I knew then and there that the Gods had designed me only for you.

The wild woman goes against the grain.
She holds her middle fingers up to the patriarchy,
redefining what it means to be both woman and wolf.
Her nonconformity, a rebellious act.
A liberation from the shackles that seek to chain her.
She knows her power, she finds solace in her intuition,
and in her ability to transmute energy with her bare hands.
Her presence needs no introduction,
silently she commands the room.
Her aura extends ripples throughout the forest,
compelling the trees to dance at her will.
One drop of her will send shivers down your spine.
Too much for some, but she likes it that way.
She prefers to watch the weak choke on her magnetism,
than pacify the world with a watered-down version of her woman and wild.

And on the days when I search for love outside of myself, I have to remind myself that love exists within me.
That my perception is skewed when I seek it through a blind man's eyes.
They don't see the battles I've fought and won, and the light that transcends despite the scars.
I know an unconditional love exists because I feel it in my heart.
The yearning to share it and have it reciprocated can be painful and solitary, but I have faith in the healing potency of love.
I will continue to be on this journey of learning to kiss my scars until the love seeps beneath them, sometimes imperfectly but always wholeheartedly.
I'll linger in that place until the laws of attraction make it a tangible thing for me to see, and feel the renaissance reflected in another's words, actions and the alignment that interlinks them.
Because I'd rather pour love back into myself than be mearly lusted after by someone incapable of loving me faithfully, and just as imperfectly.
This exploration has taught me that love is not something out of a fairytale, it is an action, and a choice.
Today I choose love, and I choose to be surrounded by those who choose love too. ❤️

365 days devoted to solitude,
moments to gaze upon my nakedness.
Flipping through the pages of my soul,
mindfully reading each one in braille.
A gentle knowing that there are many layers yet to be deciphered and explored.
A neverending tale of wonder.
How I blossom from a tiny seed,
into the tallest of trees.
Rooted in this journey of self expression.
The shedding, the stillness, the growth and the sturdiness in my acceptance, that nothing ever stays the same.
I will continue to change through the seasons of this existence,
and meet myself deeper time and time again.

Relationships take dedication, dedication to honour the soul of the one you're with.
A dedication to consistently show up for one another, regardless of distance and time.
Especially when things get tough.
When you truly value the one you're with, you'll find time to be fluent in their love language, to understand it, and to give it freely with no want or expectation.
I'm not looking for a part-time fling, a night between the sheets, or a convenient *******.
I want to build something with someone who appreciates and truly sees the depth of who I am.
A lover who wears her heart on her sleeve, in spite her hurts, her betrayals, her let downs.
Because I choose myself when the world and people try to convince me otherwise.
I know the magic my love holds, so no, I don't just want to be a moment in your day, a fleeting thought, a good morning or good night text.
I want someone who chooses me regardless of the circumstance, who holds space for me to heal my wounds, who shows up for me by loving and honouring themselves first.
Someone who reciprocates what I bring to the table, a you water me, I water you kinda romance.
Abundance, communication, consistency, devotion, growth, respect, and emancipation from the barriers leading to the heart.
These are my non-negotiables.
So before you decide if you want a seat at this table, first ask yourself... Am I ready to feast?

Have you ever been in love with a Goddess?
Her presence illuminates your shadows,
all the parts of yourself you try to bury,
and sweep under the rug.
The way she shines,
gives you permission to do the same.
Standing in her power,
all of her godliness,
in all of her glory.
Unapologetically  n a k e d.
True to herself,
she does not shrink to comfort others.
Her power is her femininity.

She is an amalgamation of luminescence and tenebrosity.

The dis-ease of perception, these conflicting, constricting and co-existing versions of me. But I reserve the right to burn them all to the ground, and rise from the ash.

Bliss exists within

I am ART in motion

I find comfort in the way my pen caresses the parchment, my feelings flow from deep within and percolate pen to paper.

The imperminace of life reminds me of my inherent connection to Mother Nature.
How her trees burst into an abundance of colour in the spring.
A hive of interwoven encounters with other seemingly independant elements, delicately working together in unison.  
Yet when the time comes for her copper leaves to float graciously to the ground in autumn, there is still beauty to be found in the decaying, the nourishment of the fertile ground.
Only for the cycle to repeat ad infinitum, without judgement or expectation.

She is strong but soft, a dichotomy of astronomical proportions.
The warrior, her armour forged in the flames of her pain.
Yet her heart so bravely beats for all to see.
For she knows, to love is to give her heart completely and freely.
And this is truly her greatest strength.

Do they discern my divinity dripping down their chin?

Can you swim in the depths,
or is this just another S.O.S?

I don't want a love that is ownership.
I want a love that is liberation and freedom,
a sacred union.
Conscious co-creators of the type of love that sustains the spirit.
The type of love that cracks your ribs wide open,
as your heart swells.
Love that expands your mind,
spiritually, intellectually and emotionally.
The truth is,
I won't settle for anything less.
Because that kind of love is rare and potent medicine for the soul.

The fire flickered and the thick smoke filled my lungs,
witnessing you witnessing me,
like living art.
Your brown eyes softly pierce into my soul.
Your tender touch and your silken skin,
golden like honey and cinnamon.
Medusas gaze had me enchanted,
lost in the moment and you.
Then the words so delicately roll off your tongue...
"Do you want me?"
And I echo
 "Yes."
Not merely on a physical level.
The layers to which those words penetrated my heart had deeper meaning.

The puppet master
plucks the strings
of the toys that dance
to the beat of their fingertips.

Quantum particles once connected,
but separated by vast distances
still move in synergy.
Two souls reflecting,
back and forth
faster than the speed of light.
Inextricibly intertwined,
throughout multidimensional realities.

Your words they make me melt like a candle,
dripping with the thought of you.
I'll spill out onto myself,
raw and messy.
Perfectly imperfect just for you.

I am water.
I fill the space into which I am poured.
I am a shape shifter,
I flow effortlessly.

Try to hold me in your palms,
and I will slip through your fingertips.

I have the power to nourish the dying earth,
so that wild flowers may burst into blooms.

World's within world's live within me.
Just as science proves,
soon your lips will lust to taste me,
and your body will yearn to crave me.

It seems I am running out of ways to articulate this aching feeling.
As if a thief in the night took a knife,
and stole a part of my heart.
One half beats and it waits,
for the other to reciprocate with a resounding thump. 
But I'm surrounded by the deafening sound of silence.

There is no way to avoid the inevitable.
The overwhelming sense of darkness,
it looms around me.
Like the fog obscures the tips of the trees,
I try to conceal my sadness.

I look in the mirror and I paint on a smile.
My best mask,
for the day ahead.
Maybe with time I'll convince myself,
that I can live without you. 

I wish I could go back.
Fix this mess,
but I cannot.
The stark reality,
that my heart has to beat without its counterpart.
No longer melodic in rhythm and rhyme.
It beats out of synchronicity.

I pray that you take your time before you banish the memories of me from the corners of your mind.
Let me linger a while,
savour the sweetness that once dripped from both our fingertips.
Love letters and poems,
late night laughter and dreams of a happily ever after.
While you prune the dying sunflowers and their browning petals that sit upon your fridge,
as you lay them in their final resting place.
Scattered amongst the trash,
beside the shirt that held my scent that comforted you at night.
I hope you take a moment to reconnect to the things that mattered.