Yesterday I finished writing my new book. Sweetness and sadness mingle together when I think about it. Sweetness, as I’m so proud of myself that my creativity is flowing and that I have found my voice. Sadness, as the last nine months were filled with thoughts and flow of this new book, and each ending is a death of some kind. But each death brings a new beginning. So, while walking through that door I thought about my body, my femininity, my womanhood and all the female mysteries, and this is what came to me. This poem is going to close my new book. We are all fearless warrioreses, priestesses, mothers, daughters and sisters. It’s time we believe it and sing the song of the fearless that we are.
With love, Agnieszka
THE SONG OF THE FEARLESS
I’m living in the Garden
Garden before the Fall.
I know how it feels to be lost
To not belong.
I remember my fears
Each and every one of them.
They have names of my ancestors
Written on their foreheads.
I call in Her name
The Great Mother of All
And I long for the embodiment of Her spirit
To move my body in alignment with Her.
So, I slither
Gently, with my belly caressing the ground
Touching Her body with all the parts of me
Cursed centuries ago…
My breasts
My womb
My heart.
Today, this Garden is my sculpture.
Garden before the Fall.
I can see
All the fractures upon everyone’s souls
The flood of collective amnesia
Ancestral inheritance
The Void.
My eyes looking at Her are the mirrors
Where I reflect myself
Back to me.
It’s time to awaken my senses
In this Garden before the Fall.
To reach deep down, within
And arrive at the core.
I remember
This woman looking back at me
Her skin encompasses my skin
I breathe her breath in.
My body is her sculpture.
Shivering in recognition
I know
This is the true me in front of the mirror
A coiled form of snake, woman, and earth
The seed
The belonging
The end.
Pulling the layers of the falling skin
I seek to glimpse what lies beneath
I look
Deep below the surface.
My body is my sculpture.
I’m standing strong and
I know
That tonight,
There will be no stranger in this
Snake Woman’s home.