Patty
Musgrave’s Womanifesto
My woman’s soul holds our Mother the Earth…
a home for the missing, the forgotten, the wounded
My woman’s soul nurtures her sisters;
Massaging the soles that tread upon her…alone on the Earth Walk,
Her womb brings forth all life, with her we dance, we touch, we taste and smell
and hear and see
My woman’s Soul is the Earth, her cooling dew dampened softness a balm to the
weary body…exhausted from its journey…
My woman’s soul holds the air…
and l ets forth the playful winds that shimmer a poplar leaf
sweeping away a blue balloon up into beyond
… breathes life
the breath that touches my bare skin
and inspirits my heart when I breathe her in
untangling the anguished grasp of depthless bodies as they lock their
fists inside my being.
My woman’s Soul is Air, it bears new life into a journey of beginning
again
while it keeps me from smothering here.
My woman’s soul holds the fire…
Tending each flame to keep constant the warmth
Stoking it gently to rise the flame of spirit
My soul interprets the pictures inside the dancing embers, the story
of my life plays out in them…
My woman’s Soul is Fire, from which all passion is created…melting
the ice that threatens to keep in the chill and crack my bones.
My woman’s soul holds the water…
finding music in the crashing waves among the rocky cliffs
And accepts peace in the kiss of trailing tides through sparkling
sands…
Rocked with soothing tranquility as it laps against the shore
My woman’s Soul is the Water…that cleanses away the shame and douses
the snapping, hissing flames that try to burn me out here.
My woman’s soul holds the Spirit
That one spirit binding all sisters
A divine radiance of life and ecstacy
That moves us to dance out of the shadows
A sensual power,
That sings the songs of a thousand Goddesses
and hears the whispers of the ancestors in her name…
My woman’s Soul
is the Spirit, yours and mine…
That embraces the Earth, the Air, the Fire, the Water
To balance me when the apathy of the world threatens to take me away
My woman’s Spirit is in the fingertips of my hand when I touch yours
And welcome you
My woman’s Spirit is my caress when I hold you
Rythmic beats from the drum of my heart singing to you in comfort
My woman’s Spirit is in my voice
When I spill the words inside of myself to you
My woman’s Body holds all of this, and more
And I can see it all
mirrored back at me
When I look into your eyes…
As you hold my gaze and offer your strength of spirit to me…
And my woman’s soul is quiet and rests.
Author’s Notes: This poem I wrote
for myself primarily, to embrace my woman’s soul and relate it to the
elements. I have since sent this poem to women friends that were struggling
with their own sense of self and in times of need to help them find courage.
I hope you like it and that it brings some sense of joy to you.
Patty
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