I bare myself through images and words…
…without trying to convince anyone, but rather gradually sharing my lights and shadows, while the presence of my oxygen manages to burn the iron chains that do not belong to me.
MUSIK
If I reveal who I am, would it be the ego speaking to them? Or by saying this, am I merely a reflection of the narrow world that has been imposed on me for being a woman?
I could tell you so many things about who I am, or rather, who I have been, because I have been much of everything and little of what I came to BE. Yes, you know, just women’s stuff.
I AM, I AM WOMAN— a fugitive spirit transforming into a black panther. Since girlhood I have roamed with the wolves, embracing the cost of my freedom, my inner power, and my bond with the wild and the primal. Guided by instinct, trusting intuition, I do not fear the deepest chambers of my BEING. In an intimate dance with my own animal nature, I find my place within the pack, guarding—like the black panther—my independence and my authenticity.
I AM finding my power in the acceptance of my own uniqueness; in the embrace of my true nature to fearlessly challenge social conventions. And that is what I pursue—fear itself—so I may stare it straight in the eyes and reclaim my right to do things differently, forging the marriage of my souls in sacred cosmic union.
I bare myself through images and words, not seeking to convince anyone, but gradually sharing my lights and shadows, while the presence of my oxygen burns away the iron chains that were never mine to carry.
Between Heaven and Earth, I seek to be drenched beneath the rain of my black cloud, so that I may gaze upon MY SUN without going blind.
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In my most intimate and wild state, I have no need to play along with anyone.
I have paid the price of letting God enter me. For I am, and will continue to be in this life, a human experience.
I am one of those few thirsty wolves who have drunk from my nectar. I am the one with a womb that carries memories, rooting me to the earth— and also the memories of what arose when I allowed the dense and the dark to enter my world through sexuality. I always knew I was not the foreign primitive desire, nor the triumph of being taken. I was always that Goddess, playing at being for them. But now, I no longer play. I fall in love with my body, aroused by the scents of my own skin. My fingers dance, gliding with the juices of my portal. I caress my lips and enter the labyrinth, willing to lose myself until I discover the cosmic expanse. I wander the world in silence—penetrating and allowing myself to be penetrated through the gaze, inhaling the essence of everything that crosses my path. Watching the pack from behind. Life will place me face to face with infinity—with the chosen one. I do not seek you, I know you will arrive. For every Goddess there are Gods worthy of drinking from our divinity. They are not everywhere. It is you who must choose whom you wish to let in.