The Wild Woman
She surfaced
Through the myriads of materialistic layers
Overpowering and taming the self
Ensconced in mores and traditions.
A butterfly in its beauty and naturalness
A life force, free, unhampered
A spirit of attunement
Leading to pathways strange
Hitherto submerged and hidden
Trusting your heart
Trusting the small guiding voice
Inside, wild, yet authentic
And true to self
Doing what gives joy-
Laughing, crying, dancing, howling,
Sniffing, growling, scratching, loving,
Running free, taking naps- the female soul
The source of the feminine, a luminous being
Sagacious, instinctual source of feminine survival.

by Latha Prem Sakhya