The Lady

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She quietly whispers inside me, gently powerful, strong and without hesitation

she guides me to myself, nurturing she helps me remember I am safe

She is part of me and of all that is, she connects me to the whole

She is mother, virgin, crone and goddess, she is my womanly strength

I hear her and all is well, the pulsing heart of all, lives also in me

But when I lose her, forget my centre and rush onwards into fear, I am separated

Estranged from the universe, floating anchorless, gorged with terror

My cells cry out to be loved, my mind reels with the dread of rejection.

Between fearful dreams and large, strong steps away from this trepidation, I live

Balancing myself like a tight rope walker without a safety net,

My uterus with lesions carved out by the pain of my wildness spurned by patriarchy

is what I am sacrificing in becoming a wise crone with a direct link to her soft purring

So, in being forced to accept my womblessness, this destiny of mine

I call upon the allay, who will fill that space so it can breathe again and smile

Will it be the bees, eagle, mountain lion or even the great oak

that take their stance deep in my newly vacated centre?

I hear her whispering again, a shiver of recognition as I listen to her murmur

‘No my love, its me…the lady, I have always been here, I am your core,

you searched for me in every flower you touched and tree you hugged

I have been waiting lifetimes for you to listen and now my sweet, its time.

 

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7 Comments

  1. ashlie said,

    March 10, 2016 at 12:16 am

    i love this….Its very powerful!

  2. Connie Henry said,

    March 10, 2016 at 3:50 am

    thank you……beautiful

  3. hilde meskens said,

    March 10, 2016 at 8:07 am

    Vérité

    Vérité

    THANK YOU

    Cathy, do you know Land Art,look on facebook, your photo make me think of them

    beauty full jour néeHildeborn again, each day …. are we getting younger and younger, ready to leave our material bodyand born again in the Other World?

    In the Woods,She s crying,waiting for deliverance, reconaissance,from People,whom, in their heart, want to knowand recognize

    bevrijding: libération ou délivrance,

    Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2016 00:11:32 +0000 To: hilde.meskens@hotmail.com

  4. laura said,

    March 10, 2016 at 8:18 am

    I totally get it. And I love it. Love you, strong lady xxx

  5. Bernadette said,

    March 10, 2016 at 10:09 am

    Thank you…..you gave me a contemplative start to my day!

  6. firstcause88 said,

    March 11, 2016 at 12:29 am

    Utterly shaking my own core, touching every wounded cell within each cell…applying a healing salve, restoring a love long lost. The Lady has returned…she never even left. Thank you, Cathy.

  7. March 11, 2016 at 3:24 am

    Dear Cathy, Thank you for sharing today with the horses. Yes, this poem is right up the ally of the Lilac medicine I was sharing with you. Lady Lilac (Goddess, Priestess, Sorceress, Mother, Holy Spirit). I can’t wait to see what springs from your womb – nature always fills a void! With love, Susan


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