Bone collecting wild woman/ soul love saga/39

I am a bone collector…

Ravishing souls and the likes of them,

savoring the moments between time…

I explore the earth in all her sacredness.

I explore her in all her settled griminess

or manicured manipulations.

Knowing each tree I pass.

I sing to the plants and watch

them dance in the vibration of my song.

I am a wild woman

dancing naked and strong.

I am a wild woman

caught between ravious love

and divine union.

I am a wild woman

running with the wild animals

catching butterflys

spreading seeds on the wind.

Digging in the earth with my bare hands

planting gardens with dirty knees

sipping on the nectar

from a flower in mid day

tasting natures sugar fresh.

I am a wild woman

filling my psyche with healing energy

raising the vibration of humanity,

raising children I have birthed from my womb,

raising the vibration of the communities children.

it takes a village

Wild womyn

Lacing my thigh high boots
Protecting me from the storm
Keeping me sexy and warm
I walk long in stride
Hips moving gracefully from side to side
Progressing me in life
Momentum in motion
My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me
I’m a bone collector
I ravish lovers
And set souls free
Loving unconditionally my children
Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right
From wrong
Not from a hypocritical song
Just a pathway from rugged neurons
Over sexualized society scarcely
Blessed I in this babylon where
Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions
Play on my ethics between right And wrong