Lichen shadowing 

Accentuating 

As green multiplies 

On dull grey bark. 

And sipping across 

To the tops of the cliffs 

Of the carved expansion 

Changing size and shape 

With growth and age. 

Always giving, 

Providing food or sheltering 

For other life 

​

Women, like those trees 

That never stop changing, 

Are always expanding, 

Renewing, in different ways. 

​

The ultimate betrayal of ego

is to give

Over 

To life. ​

​As with raw clay 

The potential is the 

Ultimate goal. 

And maybe why the feminine 

Was worshiped long ago. 

 

Without submitting 

To life 

There is only a death inside the skin 

Building walls within 

And without our lives, 

And in regard to 

Our influence In the lives of others. 

 

Women are the juxtaposition. 

That flexibility of change 

Of hard and soft 

Sweet and salty 

Give and take. 

 

What glory, 

To be born 

A woman.