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 https://www.carriegmusic.com/.