Howl and call in your She-Wolf

Poetry, mysticism, divine feminine, womb awakening

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My raptured voice,

Calls for the She-Wolf.

A four-legged mama,

A priestess I forgot to worship,

She knows my cry.

“Free me,

Of Me.

Fill me,

With You.

Let me

Merge my will

In Yours.”

With a burning heart,

She has left her wolves,

To find and.

Howl at me.

To take me back.

To my pack.

A lost, fierce cub.

Here I am.

To free me

Of me.

To dissolve me in 

You.

Bring me back to the pack.

Release me back to the wild.

Let me howl at you too.

Show me how.

Remind me how to be free.

She can’t hear me.

I know why.

I must Howl. 

Howl. Hard.

For Her to come

And bring me home.

To howl at the moon

With my pack.

Be It.

I am howling.

For nothing.

For everything.

Free me,

Of Me.

Fill me,

With You.

So that,

I merge my hungry will

In Yours.

To howl at the moon, 

The sun,

The stars

As One Voice.

I hear you now.

You are coming,

To free me

Of me,

So that I Dissolve

In You.

Let it Be It So.

I am howling.

For nothing.

For everything.

For You.

To remind me

That I am already free.