If you want to change the world, love a man; really love him.
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly; who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid. Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood, where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there.
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought. Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment.
And let it all go.
Feel into his ancestral burden, and know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you. Let him melt in your steady gaze, and know that you need not mirror that rage.
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds.
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability. In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death. Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man, to step forward towards you.. and swim in the earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together.
And when he retreats.. flees in fear to his cave, be still.. and wait patiently for his return. Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more.
And whether his mother held him or could not, show him the true mother now. Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth.
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core.
Cry for him sweet rivers. Bleed it all back home.
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death.
And thank him for the opportunity, as you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods. Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being.
Let him know he can hold you, stand up and protect you. Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you, even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before.
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself.
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart.
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him.
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected,
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows.
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream.
~ An edited poem by @hisdivinefeminine originally by Lauren Wilce
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