The Song of the Fearless

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.