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



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


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



Of your body

Want to say


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