And so long I have forgotten pleasure;
forgotten that she guides me
informs me
teaches and serves me;
forgotten that she allows me
to surrender and receive
to open up
bear down and release.
And the sweet drippy ecstasy
of her offering brings tears,
laughter
birth and death
creation
celebration
and good-byes.
So on this eve of my 31st,
I invite her to whisper to me.
Yell if I am distracted.
Caressing me til I melt,
surrender,
trust…
…that she, as I, have the
right to exist.
– Nisha Moodley