To you Goddess warrior, I whisper the song of sweet surrender

Stop holding… stop fighting… be soft… be still…

Goddess of the Sacred Temple, who knows hatred not,

For you have dared to face the devil within, and slay the demons lurking beneath the shadow of the mind,

Delving into the deepest depths of the Dark Night of the Soul and begging to be torn apart, until tears of terror burned the cheeks of the forlorn child within like acid on a silken gown, leaving her exhausted… breathless… silent…

To you Goddess Warrior, I whisper the song of sweet surrender

Stop holding… stop fighting… be soft… be still…

Spirit Warrior, why do you choose to fight the light and suppress your truth?

There is no greater love than self-love, no acceptance more precious than that of thy own,

Look into the sacred waters within and you will find mirrored there, perfection, and beauty in its fullest expression

Sovereign Being of Love and Light,

Accept the glory bestowed upon you as you journeyed through the tunnel of life,

From the womb of flesh, to be cocooned by the embrace of your beloved Mother Earth,

Be free now of the chains that suppress your Soul and hold you prisoner to your own human form,

Allow now, for that smouldering ember to burn brightly and rage wildly with passion and desire for life,

For like a bird with clipped wings, she longs to fly, to soar like and eagle on the ever changing winds of life, and rule like a queen of her Inner Kingdom.

To you Goddess Warrior, I whisper the song of sweet surrender

Stop holding… stop fighting… be soft… be still…

For only then will you know truth and disregard without haste all forms of self-judgement, criticism and the unworthiness that torments your Soul,

Only then will you claim your divinity and allow the light of truth to illuminate the world, both inside and out, in an offering of unconditional love, peace and freedom,

Only then will you know the eternal existence of life, and hear the whisper of Spirit on every breath of air, every crashing ocean wave and every ray of sunshine that penetrates your skin an permeates your Soul,

Only then will you embrace the eyes that truly see, and ears that hear the sounds of your own true sacredness

To you Goddess warrior, I whisper the song of sweet surrender

Stop holding… stop fighting… be soft… be still…

Lynnie Nichols