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Rest



I grasp at my own will

As if the momentum is my own

To direct and push and pull

Walking ahead with the fierce

Determination

Of a timeless warrior.

Go.

Do.

Preach.

Help.

Walk.

March.

Run.

Fight.

Resist.

Phallic arrows searching outward

For the unbridled darkness

Known but unexplored

And once touched,

Must be felt to comprehend.

Profound wisdom steeped

In the womb of Woman.

The source of all

Seeking

Being

Helping

Hoping

Desiring

Birthing

New life.

She is the entire ocean,

Undulating and wide,

Brimming with miracles,

Beneath a surface unseen.

Poisoned by toxic exploration,

Pressured to remain calm,

Lamented for her power,

She remains untamed.

Those that navigate her surface

Cannot comprehend her depths

Of brilliant darkness

Unimaginably illuminated.

She is the source.

Flowing.

Pausing.

Being.

Allowing.

Enveloped in the womb

Of crystalline

Sacred Mystery

She rests.

Original Art and Poetry by Heather Thompson, Blue Phoenix Art


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