She is the Mover of Water

She comes from the womb of the earth and is the mover of water.

She’s been taught for a lifetime to walk the straight and narrow course, yet the innate river that dances inside her has always had another force.

Her body ebbs and flows with passions and woes. Her crestfallen spirit spills tears into the ocean only to rise the tides with its shedding. Her anger, the breakers on shore with each each truth that she pour. More often than not, no idea of where she’s heading.

To be a woman in the world of boxes and squares, has never made sense with its waste and wares. The streams that run through the veins of her body, meander and wander like spirit divining.

She finally embraces her power and flow and trusts in all that she does and does not know