We Crave Beauty :: on *Birthing as such that Inner need to create express let loose into our world t
this is an " infinity swirl'd lotus bud "
(copper petite stud metal art dangle earrings with brass
an artful presentation of the studio tradition in the unique trippy and surprising)
flower as our ultimate symbol of beauty birth death living and the struggle against...
as the pure and empathetic symbol of Woman
they always seek to cut her up and then toss her away once she's "dried up"
with roots that dig firmly deep into the mysteries of the dark--
just how far those roots reach we can never know
but i imagine to the core of the Earth
yet at the same moment ever sprouting up and out
reaching for the light certain of her place there in the sun
blossoming whether you see her or not,
blooming in quiet night
infusing the atmosphere with her scent
even if your insensitive nose appreciates her or not
she is, not because anyone tells her to be (as if they could!)
she is, because she *IS and there is
no other way for her to Be
she must flower florecer flourish
wither dead and come back fresh and new
woman as natural creative transformation and phenomenon...
birthing beauty into my world in order to stimulate transformations of acollective human heart
not so much a mission or religious calling
simple overflowing of heart and being
i must flower, there is nothing else for me to do...
and so my own little heart continues her song out loud
dances her dance in quiet solitude, robust glimmers of Joy
creation / expression transmitted into the world
especially as an adamant declaration of contrariness
to the current order of the world's incessant obsession with the witless
uninspired things in Life,
deadened air waves of the boring the trite,
the superficial, the ugly, the deflating... blah! i am not interested in giving birth to humans
please! there is far more for my ovaries to experience
my stomach and belly hold forth in powers
of love + resonance, rooting my Being moment by moment
far outside of and absolutely beyond
the charted whitewashed manmade/man-warped
biological 9 month act that some would say is all
the creation a woman is here to do
is all we need place our vast focus + stores of energy on
non-sense!
i feel though that great transformation can arise once
Woman finds her creative seed/root/reality within
and that such orgasmic findings have been ripped
from her general awareness and cleared (as the well
man-i-"cured"??) like the "man"handling of parks
have been chopped down from her lush
savage jungles her all encompassing planes of forest
an attempt to dull the fierceness to fight back the
feminine energies of mystery (e)motions/movement
but what is ignored and repressed only rises up
in other places as crazed reflections of energy unable
to pass through in its natural organic ease
the voice / power of woman strangled becomes
the feeling of man and his muted heart >>> dead,
insensitive to touch-- robot like
but i have reclaimed / resurrected the ghost of this machine
and she has risen full and vibrantly materializing into
Queen of her Castle
and in so doing a deep Inner circle round wheel, churning,
has started my hands and heart and mind and
newfound joys | Soul set into magical motions
working in a fire-y unison
infused with visions, creating and bringing up for offer celebratory "babies" of pure light + spirit
shared as uplifting ideas, silent love, and as the innocent purity of the act of creation..recreation
and of the ensuing destruction or death of these
collective dreams happenings sparks of conscious
these are my birthing cycles
the only ones necessary to the sanctity
of my own Self now as Always but as woman - these are the cycles you find
your body / emotions going through
hourly, daily, weekly, monthly, yearly even as woman, like the ocean and seas we represent,
we cannot help be anything but fresh and new
stirring gripping mysterious enveloping
god is fresh and utterly new and adores all such movements
the whole of the universe is a constant change merging
motions of rushing receeding rising falling spreading
and widening
constant in its state of renewal and re-definition
as my Being follows the Greater Pattern of Reality
left alone, loose and naturally
i fear nothing
am Open to All
