POW(her)

It is time, my love.

She rises.
It is time.

She is called
By many names.

Which name
Rises in you?

Is her call
Sweetly soft?

Or is she ripping open
Your heart,

To make space
For So. Much. More.

Can you feel your
Body respond?

You have practiced this
With every moon.

Let go and 
Let her rise.

It is time.
It is finally time.