There is a goddess inside me who has nothing to prove.
She does not need approval.
There is no question of her worth. She is Divine.
There is a goddess within who does not seek peace. She is peace.
She is the vibrant expression of everlasting joy. She is Divine.
I have an inner devi who is not afraid to die. For her there is no death.
There is no fear. She is Divine.
And she is all of nature, every grand sequoia, every delicate moth.
She is every snake that slithers sending shivers up my spine.
She is Divine.
She is every human spirit, every woman, every man,
the laughter of a baby, every heart and every hand.
They are all Divine.
And she is wonder. She is life. She is heaven. She is earth.
She is all of the seasons and all of the stars. All she sees, feels, hears, and knows is love.
She is love.
Through her, there is no suffering. There is nothing to hide. And in her, there is wisdom. There is nothing but truth.
She is the constant creation of change. Her womb germinates and pullulates pure beauty as infinite potential.
She is the mystery.
She is emerging and receding. She is waking and she’s dreaming.
Her vision flashes lightning and her song is the pulsing in my veins.
It is the pulsing of the tides.
She enters the party wearing the jewels of power, compassion, and insight.
Her dance makes the wind blow. It makes the river flow. She is Divine.
She is a wild warrior for freedom, the sweet soft whisper of freedom,
the yearning, the burning, the spontaneous recognition of Divine.
And when I celebrate, I celebrate her. And when I meditate, it is on her.
And when I breathe, it is she who breathes me; for she is me.
I am Divine.