You cannot take the witch
Out of the woman.
You cannot strip the soul
Out of the sky.
You cannot justify the countless reasons
That you did the things you did,
And we are past the point
Of needing to know why.
For a body cannot claim
What is immortal.
A story does not end
When breathing stops.
The resonance of life
That holds the mystery,
Carries every one of us
You thought you'd lost.
For the witches are returning
That the soul of women
Cannot be destroyed,
The awakening accelerating wildly,
Is the coming home
To potency denied.
Because Gaia in her urgency is calling.
Because life knows everything is on the line.
Because evolution calls us to remembering
Who we are
And what lives through us
When we thrive.
So the melody of womanhood
The drum of our awakened heart
The knowing that we're here to serve
The path ahead is one
Of naked love.
So my sisters we are here to raise the dead.
To resurrect outrageous truth and power.
To understand that those that lived within us
Still bring the magic,
And the fire.
For alchemy is happening to and through us
As our blood unlocks the keys to natures codes
And our femininity is charged with holding
The restoration of the sacred natural world.
This one just wrote itself.
I dedicate it to Alessandra Azcarraga and
and to the mass movement out of the shadows and into the light that womankind is undertaking with every breath.
And so it is.
(Poem and photo by Clare Dubois)