I Am the Primal Force. {poetry}
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I am a warrior and a life-blood woman.
I am moon, sun and stars.
The things in between.
I am the whip in the wind.
Lighting and thunder.
How the heavens open and the rain pours.
Nature at her finest.
I am the primal force.
Creation and destruction.
I am the warmth in the desert, and the cold in secret, lost places.
Within and without.
I am wolf and sheep.
Shiva and Shakti.
Love and loss.
Yin and yang.
Order and chaos.
I am. I am. I am.
I am stronger than one body can hold, I tremble and shudder at the force.
The force that brings you to your knees.
The force that binds you.
The force that gifts you life.
The force that brings about your resolution, the iron will of someone who has suffered, will suffer.
Has accepted.
I am gentleness.
I am wickedness.
I am temptation.
I am salvation.
I am survival.
Nature’s selection.
The guilt that gnaws.
The relief in truth.
I am the great gorge from which life itself has sprung.
I am the keeper and the seeker.
I am the witch and the healer.
I am nothing and I am everything.
I am your most secret desires, and your most divine prayers.
I am the helplessness in your most desperate hour.
I am your miracle.
I am the ache of your most silent inner pain.
I am the medicine that heals.
The balm that soothes.
I am the force that binds.
The love that uplifts. Salvation.
I am that which will exhume.
I am that which will liberate.
I am that which will unite.
I am that which, in the end, will destroy, lay waste, disintegrate.
The cycle of things.
I am the delight in your riches, and the fever of which you lust.
I am the search.
I am the holy sanctity of your faith and the joy, how laughter slips from your lips.
I belong to the dirt and to the roots.
To wicked and good choices.
To above and below.
The ether.
To flesh and to spirit.
Those who have been kept down and beaten, broken-souled and vexed.
I am for those who have transgressed, listened, found the key within their own maze. Opened their hearts, stretched out their arms, and screamed until there was nothing.
I am logos, eros.
I am the animus, the anima, and the overarching force.
I am judgment.
I am punishment.
I am redemption. Salvation.
I am submission. Domination.
The ultimate death — the last breath and the first.
I am the glimmer in the eye, the strength of one who seeks to draw back the veil for a glimpse of what is.
I am the fruit which has been brought forth, ripening with the sway of summer and the sweetness of sun.
I am all that has been, that is, or shall be.
I am the sacred smoke rising heavenward as the oracle speaks that which you seek.
I am the work contained in the hollow of the hand.
Self-creation. Self-destruction.
I am your destiny.
The fork in the road.
The tail in the snake’s mouth.
I am smoldering flames, of ash, and of resurrection.
The winds that scatter you through time.
I am the spur that blooms innocence.
The change in the air that has it crumble.
I am dissolution, the clarity, one eye open, that brings about its ruin.
I am suffering.
I am bliss.
I am pain.
I am completion, and I am wholeness.
I am of God.
I am of creation.
I am of service.
I am of truth.
I am of divinity.
I am of grace.
I am.
I am. I am. I am.
I am.
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Nynne Nielsen is a writer and shamanic apprentice. If you would like, you can follow her on Instagram.
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