I want to write something about power,
power that is not power over
or belly up under
but a sacred medicine
a fiercesome rite of passage
a collaborative phenomena
the birthing grounds to our true yes and no.
Power that when used rightly
has the ability to restore us
and rebirth humanity itself to a new dream
a new world
She is perceived dangerous
The dragon woman’s transformative fire
Throwing flames at outworn old assumptions
She is the freedom that moves effortlessly in her body
as tree tosses her leaves,
snake sheds her skin
moon gravity that moves Ocean
and the tides of our own bleeding.
I have witnessed this power
Not on occasion
but in each breath of us that tenderly holds our life force
in the bone stories of ancestral wisdom held in the center of our own marrow
in our grandmother’s swollen belly
her umbilical cord nourishing our mother’s developing womb
holding the eggs of her daughters yet born
in the interwoven circles of wisewomen that are gathering across the lands.
She is true north on our compass
never questioning our value or our worth
while simultaneously destroying on contact
old patterns in every lie we dare repeat.
Breaks the template
Destroys false identities
Threatens belief systems
And shall bring at last the fall
Of patriarchal structures that cannot and will no longer hold her down.
Once the slave, the victim, the prey,
She is now the Sovereign of our, destiny.
She cares no longer about what you think
For she has determined her own fate
And would no sooner cease what flows through her veins now
Than the waterfall would retreat before falling into mystery.
One cannot refute the truth of her
Nor contain the unparalleled pure beauty of her existence.
She is our rock steady strength in the center of our vulnerability
Our thunderous knowing breaking the too long silence
And now she is choosing,
though it no longer feels a choice
but more a deep and persistent calling,
what can no longer be denied saying
“Become the power you are Sacred Woman”
“Believe that your time has come embody your birthright power of the Goddess Herself
that always will and always will and always will
ALisa’s Fire Spirit — photo courtesy of Marsia Shuron Harris. However she wants you to know that this was a point and shoot aimed over her head while I was standing by the fire one night.