you & me

A Love Letter to You, Goddess.


In case you were ever thinking, love, that you are just a being, just a humble presence, just a singular soul on this planet — just a reminder, love, that you are not just anything.

You expand beyond description in such grandeur that there is not a star in the galaxy that can compare to the fire inside you. Just a reminder that you mean something, and more than that, you mean everything, because everything that means something beats inside of you. Just a reminder that you are whole.

Just a reminder that you are worthy. Just a reminder that you are unbridled energy. The limitless, powerful, goddess universe incarnate. Relentless in her orgasmic experience of all things, because you are seduction walking, your energy a circuit of such white hot passion and artistry that a sweeping flame across the plains pales in comparison.

You are unending in your exploration, your casual bravery to keep opening, and because of it, limitless in your love. You are the source and the vessel. The all things, encapsulated.

You are the bright light and the fury. The rage and the sea. The ends of the earth and the vast distances of the cosmos, such uncharted territory there may not ever be a method for mapping your miraculous secrets. Your depths are so deep that the very core of the planet trembles with thoughts of unearthing your mysteries.

There is no obstacle that will confront you that you cannot face down, hair gleaming and eyes wide. You are ferocious and feminine, the perfect chaos that wreaks havoc in the hearts of those wanting to break open. You could never be too much.

You embody the spirit of the earth, the lofty peaks of mountains, heat of the beaches, and profound whispers of the trees. The desert at midnight and the tundra at dawn. Every lunation and revolution of the sun. The reason the seasons change at all.

Your wisdom knows no limitations because it beats from your soul, the most undrainable resource to have ever been so elegantly crafted. The very core of you is so awe-inspiring there is a chorus and procession with every blink you take.

The very sight of your hands and fingers is enough to send armies bowing backward and rejoicing at the gift of your presence, for they could have never existed without you. You are the tempestuous creatrix and the elysian fields embodied.

Your mind, the formless ship that carries the formula for the birth, death, and creation of all things. Your darkness and light, pulsing. You are an unstoppable hurricane of warm rain and gentle embrace, hips swaying with the rhythm of untameable electricity.

Your passion, the fuel of legions, the very elixir and life-force that drip drops into the mouths of men and your sisters to propel us forward with a stream force so compelling that the clouds part simply for the sun to bask in you.

Your heart is a home and a gilded chamber. The rawest of materials, strung together in threads of ether and alluring compounds from the caves of our ancestors. Your spirit, howling with the moon and singing songs of freedom from your palace beneath the sea.

Your body, a magnet and an undulating masterpiece of such unconscionable strength and grace that time expands with every twist of your spine.

Your softness and force. The way you carry yourself as a meadow swaying with the breeze, yet underneath the tectonic plates are shifting and stars fall from your mouth every time you speak.

You are a walking, breathing temple. The secret of life with a pulse. You are at once a vast fortress and a gleaming composition of such remarkable beauty you conjure tears from stone.

Your lungs, even, the precious chambers of ancient magic which you harness and exhale, conjuring fields of blooming flowers, exploding with reckless abandon, simply because you breathe.

Every carefully orchestrated sequence of day and night across the land, and for nautical miles beyond, halts briefly to watch as you rain a storm of such unmentionable perfection that the gods weep and come to their knees.

Every vibration is because of you, begins with you, goddess.

And you think you’re just living.


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Robin Lee
Robin Lee is a writer, healer, and modern medicine woman. Professionally, she is an alchemist and empoweress of humans and ideas. She is the founder of The Babe Collective, and is a seasoned Women’s Sexuality and Confidence Coach as well as a Registered Yoga Teacher, Breathwork facilitator, and Reiki practitioner. She has devoted her life to the studies of ancient mysteries, transforming trauma, and the wisdom of the Divine Feminine. A perpetual student of Tantra, alchemy, and magick; she seamlessly weaves together these bodies of inquiry with healing practices - delivering them through a modern lens of accessibility, pleasure, and laughter. She is equal parts dark and light, Kali and Shakti, and lives to encourage the wholeness and wildness of others. She lives in Brooklyn, travels often, never stops creating, and eats a lot of avocado. You can contact her here.
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