Sacred Portal Wisdom

I wrote this poem whilst working through some immense blockages in my own self worth and sacral chakra. Through breath, music, movement, asanas and energy alchemy - I have tilled my own soils. Calling in the energy of the Divine Goddesses, who hold me up and remind me of who I am when I forget.

This portal is sacred.

If you are not appropriately dressed

There is no entrance.

I have toiled in these gardens -

A lifetime of heart aches and mending.

Planted cosmos in the act of ending;

Entire timelines -

That do not justify the bending,

Of my boundaries, lengths or borders.

Not for you. Not for anyone.

Brene Brown says the happiest people are the most boundaried and I intend to be the happiest being.

A joyful ness unbridled in her joyousness

Endlessly spreading and sharing her truth like

Little psoriasis flakes that shed and lodge into the crevices and spaces of your heart places.

Holy Basil rooted in my core for I know there is magic in the essence of being a holy woman. A woman of God.

My presence is magnetic. My energy, enigmatic and I take pride in how long it has taken me to arrive here.

I am a motherfucking gift.

To give to whomever I deem worthy,

Of the treasures of my truth.

The treasures of my company.

Gentle slow labouring

Laboured breaths and elaborate sifting that sorts all of the experiences that make my heart hurt and my being sing.

I seek to know the fullness of my truth in every moment of my being.

I don't have time for half truths or knowings anymore.

No matter how much unworthiness has lived before in my core.

Rosemary's wisdom for all the roots that have ever shrunk back in fear.

Calendula's orange petals for the ignition of something beyond all judgement.

Magnolias are the first flower to have ever bloomed. And my flower is blooming. Brighter than ever before. For the first time in a lifetime. I am blooming.

My womb is a most sacred refuge.

A blessed playhouse for creation and creativity.

Transmutation of heavy energies.

A map and tapestry of all the stories that speak through my lineage,

The women who have come before me.

Their pain, their truth, their stories.

A portal into Goddess dimensions.

Abundant in Shakti and Kali.

Not every being is invited here and if you are,

You best bring offerings that make my knees shake, earth quake and my heart mend.

By Vanessa Song, 2023