At the crest of daybreak when the burning ball of love filled fire rises up
One ready red rose petal feels the heat.
That sensation
is all it takes.
One moment of awareness of what could be, and what IS to come is all she needs to feel the rising up.
Light and heat,
the initial scorch, touches the petal’s edges.
Shocking.
Same sting
as the single moment when she realizes
She is meant for more.
Crimson petal, capable of tempering the temperature
allowing the fervor to move slowly
radiate down to into the kindled receptacle, through the stem,
and into the roots at a speed that feels tolerable.
Graceful woman-child shares this trait
insights penetrating her being at a rate that doesn’t quite tear her apart.
Merging with the fight that life cyclically brings
Mellowing into the love of God.
Full to the brim with grace as she begins to expand her legs and arms
to embrace the higher love, sometimes disguised as a flare
Warmth brings comfort
Maybe
Is it safety or is it transformation?
Is it safe to transform?
Petal by petal, a gradual and steady opening,
or perhaps a quick bursting flourish, some time in the making.
As the petal absorbs divine heat it begins to relax, toughness softens into fullest potential.
With the power of a marvelous force the rose has a new strength to blossom into a full and gorgeous creation.
She too is changing.
Might she be the red goddess rising?
Melting edges allow the woman to find her goddess power
to dance and grow fully into her beauty and vigor.
Out she comes as generously as the rose blooms
Free to flow
Free to be
Free to speak her every truth
Filled with radiance
Filled with love
Filled with God
With one fiery move grace seeps
from tips of her fingers to her toes on the ground
where the rich clay supports steps of a new bold woman.
She swishes her scarlet skirt, and fans the flames of change.
They continue to burn
but don’t burn her.
Holy holy heat brings a glow to her skin that wasn’t present before.
She may have spent an eternity curled like a fetus
protected by the tough red petals,
petals so rich in hue their opacity kept her blind
but the time has come
as the glow hits her face
boldness ensues.
Clarity radiates from her very being
in her breath
in her movements
in her heart
in her thoughts
in her words
The divinity emerges
and takes the rose into her strong and elegant fingers.
Twirling the stem, petals swirling
Movements mimic the churn of energy that used the pain
The fight wasn’t really a fight at all
The heat of the hurt desired to dance into clarity and power
Shifting served her
Red rose no longer needed for protection.
Rose so lovely,
now here always as a tiny reminder.
Grateful for
all that is needed
all that is welcomed
from the depths of the rich soil to the sky carrying the brilliant heat
and all that is in between.
The frightening spaces
The loving spaces
The ones that bring her to her knees
The ones the burst open her heart and fill it with radiance
permeated with GODLY love
Red Goddess Rising
it’s all that she IS. Divine Love. Love. Love.
it’s all that she BRINGS. Divine Love. Love. Love.
Written by Erin Browning
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