The pulse of the earth / is what you are missing
The pulse of the earth
Is what you are missing
Connection to your body
Not superficial, but
The deep feminine
Knowing
The beating of each leaf
Throbbing on each branch
The swirls on your fingertips
The bleeding of your womb, out between your thighs
The nectar of wildness
The lies of beauty
Or, the beauty of the writhing
Mud
Dirt beneath your bones
Unlearning conditioning
Unwinding trauma
The animal of your body
You don’t have to do anything
There is nothing to do
There is nothing to be.
Orgasm from Truth
Beneath your triggers
Beneath your wounding
Beneath your joy
Beneath the sadness
What does the
Unparalleled
Intelligence
Of your body
Want to say
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