WOMEN'S SACRED RAGE
IN-PERSON RETREAT

You. 

 

Yes You.

 

All of you. 

 

Your chaos and your madness

 

Your foolish nonsense

 

Your fearless magic

 

You are welcome here

 

Your passion and your eros

 

Your red fever dreams

 

Your resistance

 

Your doubt

 

Your power, wild and uncontained

 

You, yes, you

 

Your fist of rage

 

Your bottomless grief

 

Your heart break bursting out at the seams 

 

Spilling out in messy floods of Inconvenient feelings

 

You. 

 

Yes, you.

 

Your oceans of confusion

 

Your terror running deep

 

Your river of longing

 

Your precious illusions

 

Even if it makes you look foolish

 

Even if it makes you go mad

 

All of you is welcome here 

 

Your brain tangled with neurons Firing wild impulses 

 

From the dark forest of your unconscious

 

You are Welcome Here

 

The twisted vines and purple fog of melancholy in your heart

 

Your bloody messy crazy love

 

Your fears

 

Your Desires, wet with unrequited lust

 

Pushing and stretching to be expressed

 

The lies you told yourself

 

Your deepest regrets 

 

The mess of never getting it exactly as you had planned

 

You. Yes. You.

 

Your awkward stumbles 

 

Your shakey knees 

 

Your hunger for some meaning

 

You are welcome Here

 

Your flaming hatred

 

Your tender broken faith

 

Your need for control

 

You are welcome here.

 

Your untainted innocence 

 

Your will to rise again

 

The pain you try to hide .

 

You are welcome here. 

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Is your soul yearning to say.....

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I want every part of me touched and seen

 

I want to be as big as the universe and

 

As tiny as an insect

 

I want every contradiction

 

Every disproportionate feeling

 

Every chaotic thought to be met

 

Right Here. 

 

I want to writhe and howl and groan with the deep root of Life

 

I want to be held with such soft sweetness that

 

This fragile ache finally opens and lets go.

 

 I want to be known as a depraved and holy animal

 

As consciousness, as infinite 

 

As flesh and bone and skin 

 

I want to roll on the ground and slither

 

I want to scream

 

I want to kiss where my feet have been 

 

I want to cry and need and feel

 

Right. Here. 

 

I want to explode and hold

 

This ancient pulsing groan of ocean that lives in me

 

Right Here.

 

Meet me here 

 

Where the paint touches the canvas

 

Where the past is dead and dangling

 

Where the future is a vacant space

 

Right Here 

 

Where this unfolding moment is the refuge of the heart

 

Right Here

 

Come with me

 

You are welcome here.

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-Maya Luna