Shakti was taught to lower her eyes
To hide her truth, to speak on command…
To doubt the wisdom that burned in her breast, to bow to power – to cry silent tears in the shadows of her pain
Her fire was doused
Her kindness abused
But Shakti returns with forgiveness in her heart
Teach me Shakti, I bow to your gifts
I am broken open by the expansiveness of your soul
Your path is my path, your kindness my healing balm
Shakti, dance on the grave of my hurts
Uncover me, set me free, teach me abandon
Shakti, dance on the grave of my fear
Shakti, let us ride on the dragons of centuries past – spread your wings and fly me to places my heart has never known
Shakti, my sister, I am ready to learn
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