Where the ancient tribe within every woman awakens.
There is a tribe that lives inside every woman
it remembers the language of wind and fire,
the touch of bare feet against the earth,
the gaze that meets another without judgment only presence.
When we gathered in the forest,
it wasn’t for a ritual it was the ritual.
The breath, the laughter, the silence between
all of it became prayer. Wildness turned tender,
and tenderness became strength.
