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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Nothing, herself

 

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