Oh spirit of life, bold spirit of woman,
it is time now for you to fearlessly behold your own beauty
and to tremble in the tender fragrance
of your own robust and irrepressible blooming,
to be the presence that sees,
that knows, that bows to beauty.
No longer the tremulous aching for the other,
the parched and barren waiting to be beheld.
Your roots tap the quick of the endless source,
your branches seek the eternity of all that dwells beyond,
your wings arch out forever
and you are love, whole and true.
No longer the waiting to be received,
you receive yourself,
you open and behold this radiant shining,
your heart a fruitful bounty bursting forth
it’s juicy red seeds upon the opened Earth.
Your womb an eternal well
of all that is becoming.
You are upright and proud
You have the profound courage to walk in your beauty
because it is your birthright.
Who are you to think that you might lack
a decipherable language of love,
as though you were mute and blind in the darkness.
It is time to truly behold the woman
and to allow each quivering footstep
to truly land upon the ground of your being,
that the world and the Earth and the heavens
may receive you,
the fragrant and fierce
and fecund and proud
beauty that is woman.

by Lucy Pierce
www.lucypierce.com