An ode to feminine brilliance
(This poem is also available for free on audio or video)
I sat today under a tree
grappling with the madness of my dreams
the audacity in me that wants impossibility.
Gaia, my loving and ruthless teacher
asked me to give up those dreams.
Kill them she said plainly.
like wildfire fear took over my system
such heaviness,
no different from heartbreak
I recognize.
But as I obediently - start to let go of my agenda with life.
I realize I would be filled with regret.
Regret of not pursuing my dreams
not listening to my intuition
not shining in my full brilliance
Flashes commence,
of the countless faces
before me whose hearts embodied
The feminine essence -
That which we call
Interdependence
but the world denied their dreams
again and again and
heartbreakingly again.
Today this regret
sneaks in as the shame and guilt
for our own periods, pussies, and pounches.
How heavy it is to hold regret
for one’s own body, blood, womb, and essence.
Generations of such regret
diluted the feminine blood
the veins of our interdependence
left to run dry.
the feelers of the one heart
kept lost to oblivion
leaving history gory from being
unshaped by her touch.
No wonder the heart of the world has been broken
fragmented into individual small little I’s
different tongues spoken on the same muscle
different colored skins containing the same essence
different bodies held by the same eco-skeleton.
each of these fragmented little ‘i’s look at life
and wonder what is my own agenda with time
No one has remembered
or we all keep forgetting
Life’s own agenda with itself.
Interdependence.
One heart.
the human super power.
the 1st and 8th wonder of the world.
The next moonshot of
consciousness that will issue IPOs.
My regret turns to resolve.
From impertinence or power
I wonder in doubt.
Gaia winks at me.
Recognizing its both -
I stand tall with my womb as my crown,
Hands folded in service to love - I vow
This life is rowdy and
unapologetic ode to
the feminine brilliance.
her essence of
interdependence.
I am the wildest witch
the boldest bitch
the nastiest woman
the world is ever seeing.
Instead of giving up,
I am sorry, not sorry
History -
I am choosing
An ally in time and truth
And I promise you world
to come on strong on all glass ceilings
with each and every one of my impossible dreams.
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Expansion, Third Life - By Artist Paige Bradley
Expansion and the City of London
Bronze, Electricity and Mixed Media
76” height x 35 “ width x 17” depth (with pedestal)
Artist Proof 1/1 – photographed in London, UK