Post by Nut Tmu-Ankh ☥ on Jun 29, 2011 12:04:07 GMT -8
“we need a god who bleeds spreads her lunar vulva and showers us in shades of scarlet thick and warm like the breath of her our mothers tearing to let us in this place breaks open like our mothers bleeding the planet is heaving mourning our ignorance the moon tugs the seas to hold her/ to hold her embrace swelling hills/ i am not wounded I am bleeding to life we need a god who bleeds now whose wounds are not the end of anything.”
- Ntozake Shange
What in you needs to "bleed" to heal the barriers hiding the beautiful naked Truth of you?
I've had this phrase from a rumi poem in my head for a few days now. 'Why shouldn't I be as lustrous as an empress' cup?' (gender edit mine).
My opulence needs to bleed, my absolute regality needs to bleed and stain the pores of my existence garnet red- it is bleeding... my richness of body mind and spirit needs to bleed into this fainted painting i've been painting for myself in my mind- it is bleeding.... my physical abundance, my vastness of resources and light needs to bleed into my beingness- it is bleeding....fierce and radiant and compassionate love for myself needs to bleed into my being... it is bleeding...