A wise woman looks up at the skies, and divines the meanings of life
She lets herself rise countless steps above the tides of her three-dimensional pay grade
The intuition that cries from within her veins
Blends into the light stretching into her eyes, shedding source on her brain and warmth on her skin
Performing its rituals deeper within
Whipping up a storm of emotional yin
Her divine feminine awakens fully now
Expands across the land, plowing through men
Putting on display all the power it carries
But being wary of its own mortality, entropy
Choosing its path carefully
The wise shaman witch healer sinks into her self
She’s given her all, to everyone else
Tomorrow will come a new day, a new bloom,
Until then, she retires, tired, to her rooms.