Needless to say, the Feminine has been misunderstood for centuries.
Her emotional sensitivity thought of as being ‘too weak.’
Her soft nature taken as quiet submission.
Her intricately designed vessel tainted with projections of corrupt thinking.
What is so overlooked about the Sacred Feminine is her feisty Shakti power which has the potential to both create and destroy.
She is powerful beyond measure, yet she has innate understanding of the delicate balance between force and tenderness.
She honors the cycles of life and the wisdom they bring.
She does not push against the current, she goes with the natural flow of things.
She does not resist, she seeks to understand and pacifies.
However, when push comes to shove, she gathers the strength of a thousand lions and becomes an indestructible force to be reckoned with.
She sees beyond the veil into human minds and as much as she acts with compassion and understanding, she honors the scales of justice which balance all of Creation.
You see, she is neither submissive nor violent, rather a master of compassion and strength, a traveler of the middle way.
She is an artful blend of sublime innocence and instinctive feistiness.
She takes pleasure in the mundane and the mystical.
Deeply revering the curves and ridges of her physical existence.
The sacred vessel which carries her being.
Simultaneously finding intrigue in the vast inexplicable expanses of the stars.
She revels in the glorious beauty of nature.
She travels eons solely with the power of her mind.
She knows things that others can only conjecture.
She is the culmination of the humming of a thousand songbirds, each tapped into a different frequency, melodious nonetheless.
She is a universe unto herself.
