Spoken Word: Breath Of The Goddess

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Spoken Word: Breath Of The Goddess

by Macy DiCenso

Rated

4.8

Type

guided

Activity

Meditation

Suitable for

Everyone

Plays

484

A spoken word activation and contemplation on the Goddess. Her cyclical nature is illustrated by the changes of the moon, earth, and sea. Relax and let these words caress you, as they awaken the Divine Feminine within and without. Blessed Be!

Contemplation Cyclical Nature Earth Relaxation Breathing Feminine Energy Rebirth Transformation Elements Meditation Emotional Release Wisdom Cyclic Breathing Earth Connection Activations Element Meditations Rebirth And Transformations Sea

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Costa Mesa, CA, USA

Meet your Teacher

Costa Mesa, CA, USA

Transcript

The breath of the goddess flows within me and without. I inhale, My lungs waxing toward wholeness, Fullness. I pause. I fall into the now, Everlasting, Eternal. I exhale, Waning to emptiness, My lungs releasing all that no longer serves me as the moon darkens and becomes new. I am born again through the void of all that is and all that ever shall be. I am free. The cycle repeats forever in time, Forever in mind. The ebb and flow, The wax and wane, The dance of love divine. The breath of the goddess flows within and without, Above and below, Up and down, Into and out of that place, That heavenly space, Beyond the shadow of doubt, Forever silent, Always loud. The waters of the goddess, Mirrored in my human vessel, Swell to overflow into the banks of the unknown. I cry. The tears of sweet release, The agony, The joy of all that is seen and unseen. The rivers flow to meet the sea. Where does one end and the other begin? All are one, Yet many. Changing shape, Changing taste. The salt of the sea echoes in my throat. The melodies of the crone whisper the wisdom of the ancient women, My sisters, My tribe. In the water, I am alive. Still yet flowing. The waters of the goddess retreat into the depths of the deep blue sea. I sink into myself, Into the place where the goddess forever dwells. I am free. The fire of the goddess burns with the passion of a thousand suns. It has begun. The death eternal, Leading to the womb of all creation. The station where I am burned away and created new once again. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust. I am forever born again in her love. Generations live and die, Yet the land of the goddess always provides. Nourishing each and every creation, Mother Gaia, She sustains us. From her we become, And by her we return to the space that is always full. The pull into the space between worlds. The womb of love, Of light, Of time. Ever giving, Ever receiving. Ever waxing, Ever waning. By the light of the fires of earth, I am free from the cycles of death and rebirth. I am me. I am she. I am free. I am free.