She is

dropped

in

fully

to her own beingness.

She stirs with the whisper of Truth within her...

the one guiding her to her relentless, dripping Yes

She moves only from this relentless, dripping Yes.

She is indulgent

with her aliveness.

She reaps the bounty and beauty of her senses

with impeccable presence in her body.

She is

softness and ferocity,

swords and mirrors,

reception and fire.

She tends to the ancient burning within her heart,

her prime devotion to keep it aflame.

She is delighted by the privilege

of stoking the wildfire within.

You can find her in the decadent home she has built inside,

recharging in the darkness of her soul,

or sunbathing nude in her own light.

Turned on by her own magic,

she dances in the mystery of life,

to the beating of her very own drum

knowing it is

all

for

her.

She is the

unmovable

glorious

satiated

generous

relentless

selfish woman.