Unveiling Lilith - Aisha Wolf

I have just discovered this potent poem by Aisha Wolf - beautiful TRUTH! I feel such synchronicity here as we open the dreaming well of Femmina Unbound - Medicine Women Return for the collective healing of ourselves and the sisters of the Magdalene Laundries at Abbotsford Convent. SHE is stirring, she is rising, she is unveiling...

Dear Woman 

You belong to the night.
You have blood on your thighs
and fuhrze in your hair.
You smell of loamy fertile soil.
Your breasts give life,
Your sex is a mystery school
leading to the holy of holies.

Turn your eyes inward.
Use owls' vision to see where you come from.
Slip beneath the surface,
and feel yourself become full.

Make a marriage to the moon.

Divorce the false gods of intellect and reason.
Find meaning in your dreams.
And in the secrets of your body.

Follow no authority -
But your own true nature.

Make a sacred fire.
And throw on it all that you would use to harm yourself.
Make kindling from shame.

Let your dance be wild.
Your voice be honest.
And your heart untamed.

Be cyclical.
Don't make sense.

Initiate yourself.
Initiate yourself.

Aisha Wolfe 

from my book Yoni verse Burlesque
William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825 – 1905)