Your story is still unraveling
Your rapture came later
For at the time
You couldn’t stop working so hard
Bound by rules and regulations and what a woman SHOULD do
Trying to win at your own game
But you didn’t, did you?
We never win that way.
Ego never wins.
Trying to get it “right” never wins.
Conformity never wins.
Giving our power away never wins.
Postponing our joy never wins.
and all that holier than thou
can never taste the nectar
of Love’s Liberation
See, Marta, beloved of the Beloved
You tell an important story
~ one we are still telling ~
For by separating yourself from Love’s embrace
By diligently working to serve the men
Acting like a dutiful woman
Doing as you were conditioned to do
Instead of Drinking
from the Living Well for your soul
you martyred yourself
denied your very self
and the choice was completely
come out of hiding
with all of your Shadow
and all of your Light
The Living Water is running through your circuits
And the nectar drips like honey down your spine
It is time to serve the One who lives inside
and let the nectar drip like honey down your spine