The Raw Womyn Revolution.

The Raw Womyn Revolution.

The new Archetype of Womyn is currently being embodied into existence. She is fierce and she is feminine. She is organic. She bares her flaws her natural curves. The truth she glows is repelling the past shackles women once grew fond of.

She’s cracking Societal norms as she grows her hair long to show her womanly maturity. Her scent of ambition and fierce sweat frightens the ones in charge.

Bare nails, bare faces, no masks. Customary men shake in fear of her. As they grab at any last strings to withhold her body as theirs, criminalizing her free will. But this does not frighten the Raw Womyn, for it only makes the Lioness in her grow stronger.

She has the Universe on her side and speaks only with her Heart. She follows no one. She is the leader, directing other women back home. Home to their unique and divine energetic signature, illuminating their God given effortless Beauty and Grace.

The time is Now, behold the Raw Womyn Revolution.

Free Bird.

Free Bird.

she flew through the shattered glass of her expectations. Each lover plucking at the wings of her essence.

As she healed, she dreamt of falling into the warmth of soft sweet grass.

Flying over the meadows of wild flowers, she danced in the wind, as the cool air breathed her.

Floral fields reminding her It is not their decision, but her own desire, as to which landing the free bird shall choose next.

Pure Magic.

Do you question your gifts.
doubt your strengths.
Woe over your losses.
forget you’re pure magic.

That what we focus on, grows.
Focus on your heart.
Rather than your head.
Play with alchemy, you’re an alchemist.

Forget what they taught you.
In the school of academia.
For this is the school of life.
A cultivation far more important.

Listen to your intuition.
Follow your heart.
Let your soul dance.
Use your free will.

Stop questioning yourself.
I told you, you are magic.
Love yourself, Be a rebel.
In this world of madness.

remember

what

you

are.

Feet For Thought.

I just want to waste my day away, staring at my feet.

All the groves and swirls. The calluses built up over years.

Just thinking about all the places they have taken me. The grounds they have touched.

With all their wrinkles and the roughness. Now dry and discoloured.

My dear friends, we go everywhere together. Thank you for all your loveliness.

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