What Women Want

What women want?

Are you repeating it like a mantra

Do you think your poetic pondering

Is tantamount to tantra?

What do women want?

I think it might be code

For “hippies chicks are where

I want to shoot my load”

What do women want?

I often hear it said

That there’s a man who knows

And he’ll kindly share his bed…

Well, I am older now, wiser and wider, free-er and fatter

Pretty cool with my karma, as I live in my mind way past all the matter

But I’m hearing from all these men “enlightened”

About what women want  and I am a little frightened.

Not for me you understand

As I’ve had plenty and now I’m a gran

I’m passing under all the bridges and I’m happy in this water

But reading all this “consciousness” makes me fearful for my daughter.

Please be advised, I know that she’s wise

but she’s young and your words,

though they sound quite profound,

often turn out to be empty

So tell me “Conscious Man” do you think that you can

Do right by a girl of twenty?

Or shall we be honest and say that this isn’t really about a journey or growth

It’s about those hot yoga mamas or gullible girls or both

And how you can bag them and shag them and move on

While I witness nothing changing as you get your groove on

“Conscious Man” please don’t write with your erection

“Conscious Man” please stop this endless projection

Look to yourself and trust that my sisters are doing the same

It’s always been a dance and that’s part of the game.

Sex can be holy union born of desire

It can be a base urge it can fuel Kali’s fire

It can be used as weapon to promote the divide

It can be a journey deep inside

It’s a means to an end

As we create ourselves again and again

It is often a matter of scratching an itch

But let’s not prescribe a formula which

Decides “what women want”

you are striving behind

a false premise, and you seem blind

as you seek bump and grind

 For if you really look then you’ll find

 

That the consciousness, drive and desire

of all Womankind

is not 

a

hive mind.

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Words from the Chalice Well

How can we fight to protect our rivers and sacred waters

How can we heal these life-threatening wounds to our Holy Spirit

How can we be in service to the good of all life

How can we bring about this Kingdom of Heaven on Earth

When we ourselves are broken

Fighting – born of such ignorant fury

Healing – a buzzword for the bardic bandwagon

and Serving – faceless masters

An army of such wounded warriors is surely doomed to die

And so, my prayer:

That we learn to heal ourselves so well

That we free ourselves

And in so doing

Our children’s children are freeborn

And they will play in the heaven we have left for them

I accept this, the challenge of healing.

I will be well

As all will be well

When we are well

We will heal the world

Because we are the world

Will you accept this , the challenge of healing

that we may reach such a point of strength and integrity

as to seamlessly uncover the true foundations

onto which our children’s children will co-create

the diamond-sparkling spaces where we were always meant to play;

they themselves so whole – heart and soul and all that is…

Will you hold my hand and leap into that most perilous safety?

And did you know that

We

can

Get there from here?

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