The Rise

The divine feminine opens
to receive the embrace of the divine masculine –
and in receiving,
she gives from the infinite.

She makes a house a home.

Where she reigns,
love and kindness blossom.

Here, pain is transformed into the sweetest fruit.
Here, her labour of love is seen, recognized, and worshipped.

Here, the masculine rises into innate power,
into a strength profound enough to carry the world on his shoulders –

a world that emerged
from the cradle of woman’s womb.

This is not about loud, bullish men
who seek to dominate,
nor about men who allow themselves
to be castrated by unhealed women:

women taught to “stand their man,”
to do it all alone;
taught they are too much,
that their wisdom is wicked,
that they must burn at the stake for it.

They were outcast,
never seen for what they are:

beholders of life,
mirrors of light and dark.

Men who enslave women
move themselves outside the sacred circle.

These are men
who do not know the difference
between empire and kingdom.

They rise together.
They fall divided.

Soon,
everyone will live as a queen among queens,
everyone will live as a king among kings.

Praise.
Bless.
Hallelujah.

We are equal,
but we are not the same.

Let the rise begin.