Woman, Roar!!!

Sometimes I am wild.
Sometimes my heart beats to the rhythm of my most passionate fantasies; completely in sync with the vibration of the sun and the moon and the itty bitty crystals that live within the rocks.
Sometimes everything is quiet and sweet…
Sometimes I don’t give a shit.
Sometimes I care too much.
Sometimes everything feels alive.
Sometimes I can’t get out of bed.
Sometimes I can feel electricity in the air.
Sometimes I don’t feel anything at all.

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Woman, what would you do if you knew you could not fail? What would you do if everything was right and everything was ok?
The most powerful relationship you will ever have is the one you have with yourself! You came a little closer to your edge today. Buried beneath thoughts that have no meaning. Stuck in the sound of rage and misunderstanding. Butterflies long to land on your face. Stop sinking…
Hold the light inside of you longer this time. I know that you want to be everything…and I’m here to tell you that you are. All of these earth angels and dreamy beings are reflections of you, completely. Learning how to love can be different. Those cords got stuck in you somewhere in ancients times. I am here to take them out so that you can be free. Headstands, spring water and pretty colors excite you. Flavor makes you melt. Creating turns you into a goddess. Candlelight calms your restless mind. Who told you that you were too much? Who told you that you were not enough? They lied! You are perfectly complex. Your process is messy and intense and absolutely beautiful! Sometimes you touch things softly with your fingertips. Sometimes you tear things apart.

Original content@laurensuzanne.com/2014
Photo: Lauren Suzanne by George McCarthy

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A poem for you…

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truth is spoken. the energy starts to move. up through my belly and into my heart space. then to my throat. it tickles. i choke. to feel alive with you….this chaos is crazy. yet ironically the most honest thing I have ever done. i fall to the earth. only to be broken wide open. it feels like a drumbeat within the sky of my lines. lusting for love and freedom at the same time. licking each others wounds. losing track of time. only to discover that time does not exist at all. and we are but reflections of each others design. tiny drops of rainbow light. to be everything and nothing at the same time. i finally know peace, my love.

original content: @laurensuzanne.com

She Let Go

 

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,
without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a
book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.

She didn’t analyse whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

~ Jennifer Eckert Bernau

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“I choose to risk my significance….”

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible;
to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.

~ Dawna Markova

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The Master Key

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Spring is in the air;

I can feel the transition from darkness to light

crawling on my skin like an animal,

I can feel the stirring of a new chapter

begging to be born

deep inside of my body.

Nothing compares to the sensation of natural rhythm.

Everything I wish I could be is disappearing into the atmosphere

as I sink my teeth into this delicious, rainy morning.

As free as I wish to be, always!

This is the master key, the holy grail, the secret.
Down the rabbit hole we go again and again and again…..

Original content, copyright, Lauren Suzanne 2013

Photo by Christian Coigny

We Have Come To Be Danced

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We have come to be danced
not the pretty dance
not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
but the claw our way back into the belly
of the sacred, sensual animal dance
the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
the holding the precious moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance

We have come to be danced
not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
the slap the apology from our posture dance

We have come to be danced
not the monkey see, monkey do dance
one, two dance like you
one two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
tearing scabs & scars open dance
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

WE have come to be danced
not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
the strip us from our casings, return our wings
sharpen our claws & tongues dance
the shed dead cells and slip into
the luminous skin of love dance

We have come to be danced
not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance
the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
the mother may I?
yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance
the everyone can come to our heaven dance

We have come to be danced
where the kingdom’s collide
in the cathedral of flesh
to burn back into the light
to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
to root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
WE HAVE COME

by Jewel Mathieson

Art by Janet Self

The Sacred Ache

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It’s been there for as long as I can remember; calling, begging me to let go, to believe, to surrender….

Sometimes it hurts and sometimes it takes my breath away.

Sometimes it feels like I’m trapped inside of the coldest winter and sometimes it feels like the sun warming my skin.

I didn’t ask for it, yet it follows me like a shadow into every single day and night.

My sacred ache reminds me every day that we have only just begun.

There is something higher, I can feel it in my blood.

Original content copyright, Lauren Suzanne 2013

Photo: Tomaas