What is Truth for a Goddess?

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A poem by Maya Luna, from 'OMEGA: Feral Secrets of the Deep Feminine”

When it smells off
Listen
This is a feral siddhi
Primal intuition
No you’re not “in resistance to what is”
No you’re not “blocked”
No this isn’t your attachment disorder
Or your core wound
Or your trauma
Or your spiritual immaturity
Or your growth edge
No this is not a projection
This is your innate bodily wisdom
The feminine knowing
Deeper than the mind
If it smells off
You’re right
You can trust yourself
Maybe words can’t explain it
That doesn’t mean it’s not real
It’s real
It. Is. Real
You are the harvester of wisdom
Buried deep in the black of earth
Down down down down
Way way down
You know
You feel it
You smell it
It’s simple
It’s undeniable
Feminine Knowing
You are an animal
Hunting Truth
That has no name
When it smells right
Eat it
When it smells off
Don’t
These are the feral siddhis
The intelligence of womb and belly
She is speaking to you
Listen
Don’t be pulled off track
By the brilliant webs of mind
By the hierarchy of logic
By the labyrinth of stories
By the theories bought and sold
The mind can turn anything into truth
Anything
Anything
So who is to trust?
When you don’t know where to step
Turn to the feral one
The wolf in your bones
The dragon in your belly
The one who knows
Without hesitation
Like a tiger in the brush
Knows when to pounce
Primal intuition
Trust yourself
Smell from the depths of
Crazy knowing
Listen
Receive
Hear what you knew
Long before you knew
You knew