The King is a Woman
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Wool socks and silk undergarment
A whiff of Autumn from low hanging clouds
Hot tea in the mid morning
Wet drops of rain hanging on the windowsill
Lay an Alter for your body
Naked yoga on the kitchen counter
soar like an eagle over a Mountain
soak up the feeling of self-worship
move into the stillness of Grace
and your wild spirit animal emerges
The mystery of femininity awakened
in the innate rhythm of womanhood
Devoted to Femininity that heals inherited Trauma
Sometimes the king is a woman.