Wounded animus

When I walked down the park
I saw the dark park inside my womb

I saw birds flying away becoming shapes of the night...

I saw a tearing fire inside it
an eye of night...

and pain

and broken hearts

Letting it all flow

i became a river and slided down to the bottom of the vision
to stand in front of the feet
of a man

a wounded Animus

looking at his figure
all parts of his
made of all so called sins of the patriarchy
sins of a man

recognizing all the stories
touching all these souls
hugging all these women
men
children
animals
ideas
dreams...

STOP

i see you a quality of who you are
i do not judge you
i simply SEE YOU
and let you grow to the highest version of yourself

as i have seen you and
I FORGIVE YOU

freeing all