By Maya Luna
I gave up
On healing my trauma
I gave up
On practicing the skills
To become whole
Today I gave up
Into that ever elusive
Better version of myself
Today I submitted
To the wound of love
I stopped pointing at it
Looking at it
I stopped this game of separation
I crawled inside the wound
And spread it open
I decided to wear it like a gown
I accepted my total and utter
To be anything else
Maya Luna is a poet, feminine mystic and ritual artist. She offers spiritual transmission through medicinal poetry and ritualized prayer-formance. She is also the creator of the Deep Feminine Mystery School.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
to fashion universes out of emptiness
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
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