My body is made of sap and songs, red earth, musk, and morning light. ⁣
My mind is a flaming windflower. My soul: the sky.⁣

Tossed on the potter’s wheel, I am supple and shriveled, resistant, surrendered,⁣ forever destroyed and re-made. ⁣I know blossoms born of burning, and I also know rain.⁣

I am the story of a slow burning star.⁣
My yearning is rebellion, my pleasure unmoored.⁣

I am the wound and the medicine, protestor and protested—bound and ever-free. ⁣

Beneath the painted masks of personality, I am consort of eternity.⁣

Loved and rejected, respected, subjected, praised, and put down—⁣
when all of this fades, I am what remains.⁣

Who writes these words?⁣
Who thinks these thoughts?⁣

Woman of tides and bones, her full potential still unknown.⁣

Ripening, I am.

Carrie Grossman (Dayashila), MA, is a devotional singer, composer, and lifelong student of the mystical traditions. Learn more at

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