What is the Divine Feminine?
To me, she is Omega, the Mother GodHead. She is within, and without, above and most definitely… she is below. She is the Goddess. Both dark and light. Storm and calm. Creation and destruction. She is the Earth, she is us, and she is God. She is both emerging, and an ever presence. I consciously honor the feminine within myself, to share and activate other humans to innerstand, embody, and appreciate this principle within themselves as well. I believe that the feminine is the essence of BEING — it is the healing and balance that our Earth, our humanity, and our Selves need at this time. The Goddess is that which I AM — here to bring deep healing, nurturing, playfulness, pleasure and compassion to all of us, to destroy what no longer serves us and our world, and to restore balance to the bird of humanity. So that we may fly forward, straight and true — to evolve our species, our beings, connection to our higher selves, our physical bodies, connection to Earth, and connection to the divine.
The feminine is like water, yielding in nature, and yet when it moves in unison, it is an unstoppable force. In this time, the feminine needs to rise in unison across the globe. Here in the US, we don’t need to hit the streets, and scream and shout, we simply cannot use masculine outward force to make this change. It is one wave after another after another after another that ultimately changes the shoreline. We, the collective, make this colossal shift once and for all, by going within, and connecting to our inner being, and letting that shift to the vertical axis be the foundation for everything else. That inward turn is the great feminine principle. We become the vessel for the holy water itself.
I wrote this poem in September of 2022, when I was preparing for my first women’s event called Across The Water. I hope it inspires you as much as it did for me.
Do not stand at your altar, woman.
I am not just there, I do not sleep,
I am not dormant in your weep.
I am the life that blooms in you,
I am the death that brings the true,
I am the mother that holds us all,
Bursting forth in firefall.
I am the phoenix that rises up,
From the ashes, burned and dried up.
I am the water who fills your cup,
The tears that rain from skyward down,
Your cheeks, your thighs, your river sound.
The ever present waters with you –
From cell to blood, from drop to rain.
You are each of these pieces of divine contain.
You cannot ask me who am I,
Without wondering where you also lie.
For you are I and I am you.
From within is also true.
That is something hard to see
When you are caught in thoughts like, “You are nothing like me”.
For I am Mother, matrix of all,
There’s nothing that is not a part of my withal,
I do not own you, you are free,
To be the child you are meant to be.
I seek to watch you, to witness life,
To understand the process of joy and strife.
It’s both a game and a test you see –
It is life in this University.
Earth School you call it.
And lessons it is – sometimes sharp, hard, and cold.
Yet often we must let more love unfold.
So who I am, you ask?
I am the mother, matrix, mask.
I lie quiet beneath your feet,
Dirt and rubble, cold and beat.
I am deep within your heart,
Beating drum, a work of art.
I am your love, that weaves through life,
Your children, your creations, your relations,
I am your grief when life despairs,
I am always right there.
It’s true your myths have hidden me,
But never lost was hope in thee.
For everything returns in time,
When you are ready for the climb,
Which is of course your frequency,
The way you love, the way you see.
It is not a broken world,
It is not but a bird unfurled.
It is young, humanity,
Don’t take yourselves so seriously!
Laugh! Celebrate! Rejoice! And Play!
This isn’t all doomsday.
For, now we open up our hearts
to half ourselves, the hidden arts.
We remember from deep inside,
A call from Earth where we reside.
An honoring of those before, ourselves, and from us once more.
We are a piece of the lineage, the life,
The growth, the death and struggle, strife.
You are strand by silken strand
Weaving the web of this land.
Every choice, every step, every thought, every word –
What you create is what is heard.
And so I ask you, from within –
What is it you desire for your kin?
What world is it you wish to build?
The choice is yours, yet unfulfilled.
Will you choose divinity?
A power you hold most humbly?
Or will you choose your shadow realm?
A darkness, empty, overwhelm.
Once is chains, no freedom reigns.
The other is where the light remains.
So yes, I am you and you are me.
But vision is narrowed on Earth you see.
You are the one who must awaken.
To breathe life back in to the forsaken.
Your dreams, your loves, yourself, your life –
To pause, to rest, to listen, reflect.
It’s never too late to cause effect.
For you and I are right on time,
We are the feminine divine.
We bring healing to this land –
We bring love, tenderness and…
We may destroy what is meant to go,
For we are women, and we are not afraid of flow.
In the cycles we feel and know,
Death is a part of what makes us grow.
From there, she rises in her truth,
The lovely phoenix – the fountain of youth.
While you look to Earth and despair,
It is not doomed, it is not bare.
For you are still alive are you not?
An agent of change, a woman, not a robot.
You awake each dawning day,
Where a choice awaits your doorway.
I cannot tell you what to choose,
I cannot help you when you refuse.
I cannot remove your fears,
Those are your gates to inner frontiers.
Those are your guides, to your powers yet un-manifested,
It is your job to unthread the congested, detested, molested.
Your work, as you say… in the eyes of the divine is play.
Life is a chance to become thyself,
Do not wait until the clocks strikes twelve—
The urgency you feel is right,
Its agitation is no gentle plight.
For now is the time, the clock strikes three,
It’s time to step into your divinity.