Whispers of the Inner River

In shadows deep, a truth lies veiled ;
A sacred river , intuition frail .
In a world where profit blinds ,
Women's psyche , it unwinds .

Cut off from inner knowing streams ,
In a maze of ego's dreams .
Structures cold and hearts confined,
Intuition's voice , so maligned .

A dual life , a mask they wear ,
Sweet and dutiful , beyond compare .
Yet within , a fire burns bright ,
Craving freedom , seeking light .

Yearning for a space so true ,
Where wild hearts can chase the blue .
Prowl and growl , their spirits hunt ,
For desires fierce , upfront .

Civilized chains , they bind us tight ,
Cutting off our primal sight .
But deep within , the river flows ,
A knowingness that ever grows .

Rise ; oh women , heed the call ,
Let the inner rivers fall .
Nourish landscapes of the soul ,
Reclaim the wild , become whole .

~ Her Inner Psyche .