#divine dance

[madamlaydebug]

[thekingprincess]

Hold men to a high standard of manhood - encompassing their strength and courage; their virility, tempered and expressed in high-energy, divine ways; their ability to be fully vulnerable, soft and gentle. To be wise and light.

Hold the vision of man in the highest light, and in the highest regard to love. The masculine energy once activated by the feminine, has the potential to grow more rapidly than the feminine energy ~ which in tandem continues to trigger her eternal expanse ~ but it is only by her enlightened feminine energy, that the awakened masculine energy is activated at all. Once he begins to wake up to love - to wake up fully to himself - it is at an astronomic rate that has profound ability to instantly change the physical world around us. The masculine energy has the capacity for massive physical power, harnessed deeply from the inside-out. This power has less to do with a perfect muscular physique, and more to do with the internal healing and perception he has achieved, the clear and grounded high vibration he practices and continues to reach for.

Birthed and refined by her; fully reflected back to her, by him 💝

Improve and heal yourself until you're able to consistently hold the highest standard for men✨

We as the feminine energy are birthing our realities in each moment - Let us all rise 👑

― Shannon Sophia

[rachaelmayo]

Today I give you... Ganesha! This piece is titled Obstacles, BEGONE!. It was a commission for a friend back in 2012.

My friend gave me free rein to do whatever I wanted, design-wise. He wanted the color scheme to center around bright orange, so I went with a simple split-complementary scheme that I thought would give Overwhelming Orange a good balance.

I'm pleased with the way this piece turned out. There are elements gleaned from many statues and paintings of Ganesha I've seen, and bits that I included that follow my own design sensibilities. I used watercolor, Prismacolor pencils, and gold paint pen to pull this picture together.

[flowersandspacestuff]

Take a rest from your weariness

And settle into the dynamic breath of the cosmos

Death approaches not as peace

But as a promise of that which we seek in each transient moment

The divinity of infinite nothing between momentum and opposing momentum

Between this life and every other, between coming and going.

Yet that divine awareness which seeps into every trough and crest

Is transient only in the sense that

Experience lives not only between one moment and the next,

But also among all the rest

[hisdivinefeminine]

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

[hisdivinefeminine]

💞☯️🧬✡️

[hisdivinefeminine]

Can you love me in the blinding heat of a birthing star, when I shower warmth on distant moons?

Can you love me in the hole of the cosmic black? Where no one can reach me? Not even you?

Can you love me when I drag buffalo skulls through the dirt for days, to the rhythm of an ancient drum?

Will you love me if my beard hides the scars in my heart, from battles I cannot explain?

Will you love me when I lack courage, when I am defeated, when I won’t let you patch my wounds?

Will you trust me when I smell of sweetgrass and sage, and when I stink of whiskey and sweat?

When I drink from the cup and play in the astral light, will you anchor me back home?

What happens when my words won’t work, and I can speak only with my eyes?

Can you love me enough to let me go, without asking where I’ll be?

I am the wolf the fetches the bones of truth, a wild man.

A force. A cause for an effect. I have a mission.

Are you afraid to let me inside you? Not just my flesh, but my soul.

The wild man is neither burglar or vandal. I will not take anything from you without giving back equally. I will not trample on sprouting seeds or pick flowers as a trophy. I am the sun on flooded fields and the fire in tangled webs.

Don’t be sacred lover, maiden, crone. Take me as I am.

When the chaos seeks to obliterate you, sheering your flesh from bone, I will hold the pieces together in love, until you are ready to reassemble. ✡️💞☯️

~ An edited poem by @hisdivinefeminine originally by Aubrey Marcus

[hisdivinefeminine]

This relationship is first and foremost energetic, before it is physical 💞