We’ve been told, over and over again, that a woman’s sexuality is dangerous. Dangerous to her. Dangerous to others. That it needs to be managed, contained, and—when it strays too far from the acceptable—condemned. But the danger isn’t in sex. It’s in the chains we’ve placed around it.

True beauty is not symmetry of facial features but a congruency between the keeper’s soul, heart,
and the expression in the physical.

A woman unleashed is at her best, but how many of us have ever really been unleashed?

How many have let the wild thing inside roam free without holding back?

In a culture that lacks the faculty of vision, the relationship to the Mother becomes distorted. She is viewed as a servant. This plays out in the psyche as what lures us back: into slumber, resignation, and complacency. 

Women for the most part do not see men as they truly are, but rather as projects to be molded or future husbands to fit a predetermined role.

A mandala where the feminine is not an accessory or something to be managed, but the foundation itself—the generative force that brings everything into being. 

There will be those who find that they are the cause of all they see.

They will exist in totally different worlds inside the same world.

The nature of samsara is circular.

We keep repeating the same behaviors without a root change and as a result, getting the same results. We end up right back where we started.

Women’s liberation is stuck in this cycle. Decade after decade, with each attempted advance we end up falling right back  where we began. We have not done the one thing that would break us out.

When we talk abut “darkness” and then associate darkness with evil, we are referring more often than not to the feminine, the mystery, the uncontrollable elemental forces of woman—and attempting to demonize them out of existence.