Garden Heart

My morning meditation is a walk

through the garden of my heart 

as I ask the universe to show me 

her:

      The Divine Feminine. 

I construct, deconstruct and re-

construct through my thoughts 

and actions the idea of the wild -

woman.

Unkowingly, she comes to me. 

Increasingly, I see her in every

woman I meet. 

She is embedded in me.

I hear her in my mother's cackle, 

that's become my cackle, 

that's become my friends',

my sisters', my child's.

Wrestling with the present.

Sitting in it. Letting my 

intuition rise up like a flame

to warm and illuminate

the crevices in my chest. 

I pause. I feel joy. I think:

This can't possibly be 

reserved for me, for us,

for women. 

Then, like fog rising in the 

morning sun it dawns on me:

The divine feminine is 

in us all. She tends and observes

and is simply waiting for

us to give her a call.