The Flower That Healed the World

The velvety sensation of open petals. The fragrance of Heaven. The soft curves of this opening is like no other opening. For me this flower is the energetic symbology of what it feels like in my nervous system and my entire body and being when I am fully welcomed into the most sacred center of a woman’s body and being. It’s not an idea. When offered with love and generosity this is the most visceral, powerful and trustworthy experience of being truly home, vital alive, and undeniably connected.

Here rose petals open the way a woman opens when she is not persuading, not appeasing, not withholding — but choosing, claiming, drawing me into the full vulnerability and power of her undefended soul. Their curves of her opening hold the warm of true welcome, the kind that does not flatter or perform, the kind that bravely says: I invite you deeply inside what I protect most.

At the center of this flower is not softness alone, but daring willingness to be undone when met by the light of love in the heat of the day. This is the place that does not open to force. It opens to presence. It opens to truth. It opens when love is trustworthy enough to allow change to move through the entire body for way, warm wind, and water and sound, and lightning moves through the sky.

For me, this opening is not merely pleasure. It touches the deepest part of my soul and the most sacred center of my heart. It changes me. It is a homecoming. It is the moment when effort dissolves into surrender and something ancient inside of me finally comes to rests. Inside this welcome, the man I am no longer needs to prove himself. I am desired, held, contained, and trusted — and in that trust, I remember, valued, and cared for as I truly am. There is an inherent masculine power, freedom, integrity, and dignity in this that cannot be experienced any other way.

For a woman, offering this opening with vulnerability, trust and enthusiasm co is the most courageous form of surrender there is. It is sovereignty. It is the act of allowing the full power of life to move through her without holding back anything. When she opens from this place, teal love evolves to more than intense sensation. Emotion becomes whole. Life becomes real. Openness becomes embodied warmth, depth, and generosity.

A woman’s flower heals because it restores and nurtures please shut up what hurts inside is,
and nourishes every millimeter of distance between power and tenderness. A woman’s Yoni teaches the world that true strength does not conquer … It welcomes, it receives and is received. Her flower reminds the world that love does not enter through domination, but through generous receptivity that is alive, deliberate, and whole.

Igniting the fires, the good fires, the bonfires of love and passion, creating emperors of love glow and pulse and radiate warmth into each other and into the world. Dream. embrace of hope that hold the the answers to reuniting.

Burning bright growing stronger