Basic fucking needs

I need my silence, and my sounds
I need my movingarounds, to sow my grounds
I crave the mountains, the rivers deep
I hear their whispers, in my sleep
The goddess-maiden ,
sends me through trees, her prayers
To rip off the conditioned layers,

I do my best with angels song,
to awaken and remind the fallen-asleep,
what home is,
and I navigate the in-betweens…

but not before long,
do I need my wild,
my animals,
my ocean,
to sweep me clean
I am not from here,
I am my own,
I am from above

I was shown
How to tell you’re all more,
Than you know
You must breathe, all the way through
The nooks and crannies of your being,
You must wait, and first find your core
Not rush to the clock of the system

Your biorhythm, has a heart of its own, and you will not find peace, unil you learn its language and listen in

It’s about you, and it isn’t… it is about the good of all,
through you treating your vessel as the temple it is
your health, your breath, your soulspeak IS your spiritual mission on Earth
your self respect is the world healing

These nights, a song creates itself within,
weaving fabrics of golden hemp, earth+ heavenly intertwined,
for a New Earth-me to rise, an ancient, yet a future memory,
This era we enter, a new path paved, is a whole new playing field,
I now receive permission, to step into my truth and no longer play by your old rules

The wild women are here,
we are royal yet feral,
we are modern yet mystics,
we are strong and madly soft,

we are the Healers

The amazon angels,

And we aren’t aftaid to roar,

For love,

For death,

And everything in between

We’re the awakened dream.

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