In Her silent ways
Tugging at the soul like Intuition
Which only becomes nagging…
When we Refuse to Listen
She shows up gently at first –
A little itch at the neck
Or a whisper in the back of the head
Or a sense that something is Not Quite Right
From Her Presence on High
Or maybe from Deep Below
Where the gut speaks
In gurgles and bubbles and indigestion
Please, She says plainly now,
I am trying to get your Attention
But we have gotten so used to pushing Her aside
Placing Her in a box of the Archaic kind —
Urging in voices that are not ours but our Parents
Or our Parent’s parents:
“You must fit in This.”
We’ve been believing this and Restricting Her
Or hiding Her,
Sweeping Her under the rug
She badgers us and weighs heavy on our souls
Now we have enraged Her
She tried so hard in Her gentle kind of way
But we would have none of that, No.
We westerners so used to listening and valuing only One Side:
The goal-oriented, straight-line, get-shit-done-yesterday-damn-it!
(When the round-a-bout, Matriarchal way is proven to lead to better learning)
Did you know this?
Doubtful, because She has been dismissed – missed —
By way of men’s unintentional ignorance
How could any God not be Whole?
Look to Nature and see your Soul!
I swear — You will find it includes Both.
The Feminine half of the Godhead, though
For so long
That we humans begin to rot right along with Her
Suppressing the feelings that might help to lift Her up
To be renewed from Life’s overflowing cup
But We do not hear Her until she screams
And then we call her a Bitch or a Nag
Or some other Unpleasant Female Name
Or we ignore Her, still!
Why wait for Her to start screaming?
Why not just close your eyes, center in