During the recent retreat I attended, we were guided through a shamanic journeying experience. Throughout the visualisation I saw the image of a Cobra and this remained with me long after the session had finished. The next day I decided to write about it as I always find capturing my experiences in words so therapeutic.
My energy doesn’t ‘fit in’.
It bursts out like a restless fire stoked by the impulse of message
When I try to simmer down or appear more objective it simply blazes stronger
burning my bones and threatening to peak just for the sheer hell of it
My energy begs for my trust vía the most dramatic of disturbances
For all explosions return us
to the heart
in any case
My energy is a powerhouse.
It rattles through my urgent hips, thrusting thirstily for more arousal
It curls through my feminine form like a cobra
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