To the Feminine Waking Shakey Shekinah

To the Feminine Shekinah

I’m coming home …

Shekinah I’m home

Shekinah.

Look the masculine

within in the form

of a bird that thought

it was trapped as it flew

into an enclosure

The door always open

transform

into illumination.

Seeing from

the eyes of the divine

Taking turns to see

this brilliance

In the garden of light

In the place of purity

In the feminine

in the masculine

Then shine both…

turn up the energy

Turn up the volume

So lightness reigns

As within so below.

Shekinah is ..as home

a dwelling in presence

and feminine potency

of a Supreme Being

as the cults of men

gather to the feet of

the virgin mary

mary magdalene

and black madonna.

Water flows through it .

A virgin river

and waters

arose here carrying

the magic of the song

she sang long ago.

He remembered it.

It haunted him

in its purity

there was an ache

for a fullness, his soul cried.

The tears blessings

of the crystalline lightness

granted him release,

and her the wings of freedom.

and it spread

and spread in her own land

throughout europe

it was here the troubadours

heard and with voice

and all kinds of instruments

bright the energy…

and poets pricked up

their ears and drum it

and others sang

their songs of devotion

far and wide

to the feminine principle

remembering wrote

their love-songs as fables

Lit up thd hot and Holy Grail

and all the trails:

Where there were puppies tails

and snails.

Patchammama puts a kiss.

Everybody dance.

Angelic and elementals

encouraging awareness

of any tendencies towards

placing perfectionism

above happiness.

Ahh to be loved:

Its as easy as a breath

There allowing other’s grace

to be imperfect too

and to fully accept

All the souls…

in the drama on earth.

Perfectly, imperfect in the garden.

Balancing divinity.

Words and image by Kathleen Dutton. #kathleenduttonart