Tag Archives: Clarissa Pinkola Estes

look into eye

Posted on November 21, 2012 by dustforthedancers

  look into my eyes if you dare, see soul and surrender, feel bold and remember. take your time, see reflected my feeling intercepted, by your grace or grievance… remember.   look into eyes if you dare,  see soul: surrender,  feel bold: … Continue reading →

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Secrets are poison

Posted on November 20, 2012 by dustforthedancers

This hide has weathered much, but still warms under tender touch. Don’t spit no more your poison my way. These lips may appear silent, but they ain’t afraid to say what needs saying, violent. Fixed, not forgotten. Listen and speak, … Continue reading →

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Cackle

Posted on November 14, 2012 by dustforthedancers

(Inspired by Women Who Run With The Wolves – Clarissa Pinkola Estés) Cackle, woman, Cackle like the witch you are. Bring spittle and star sparkle. Let that heave of breast, bounce, and that shortness of breath, hiss. Belly roar, belly … Continue reading →

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Wild Woman

Posted on November 4, 2012 by dustforthedancers

Go gather bones, Build your earthy, wolf like throne. Sow the seeds you believe and of truths. Fruitful is the life of fulfillment, of creativity, of earthly delights. Be the woman you hear howl at night.

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