To the Sacral
I cut every string hooked to the sacral. I allow the divine in me to blossom as I welcome the showers of light from the divine above to nourish the nectars that have been bitter to taste.
I experience my own nectar, renewed and pure with the light it has been missing. It is sweet and satisfying. It is abundant and sweetens my whole being. It is the elixir that opens my first eye and allows me to see myself in a brand new way. It is the magic I sprinkle on every intention, every action, every word from hence forth.
It is the sensuality I always needed. It is the the sensuality I’ve always had.











