May I have the courage To be true to myself To explore my own darkness To be with my deepest despair To learn from my innermost sorrow And to be grateful for all that life offers me
May I have the courage To stand up for my convictions To howl loudly at the moon To grow my own wings To walk over the rainbow And to be enchanted by all that I am invited to be
May I have the courage To love with my whole heart To give without rewards To dream without restrictions To live without fear And to be the dance and the dancer that I am meant to be
They say I am a dangerous woman I walk the thorny path of my sex barefoot, naked and unprotected. After the darkest night of my soul, still in the twilight of the shadow, I pick myself up. Bruised, bleeding and weary to my bones I rise To move forward To plant the seeds To hold the children For tomorrow For eternity For a better world.
I am, indeed, a dangerous woman
The Wrong Garden First, there was Lilith First Woman, equal to First Man. To be herself She had to choose Between subordination to First Man and No Man Between the Garden of Eden and a dark cave She chose the cave And it is said that she directed her lust at her demon lovers, Allowing her daughters To gaze into the mirrors of the Otherworld Thus, we are told, the sexually demonic woman was born
Second, there was Eve Second Woman, unequal to First Man Fashioned from his rib She had to choose Between the Garden of Eden and obeying God Between eating the fruit of knowledge and No Knowledge She chose the fruit Sharing it with Adam Allowing herself to disobey the Fathergod Responsible for humanities fall from Grace Thus, we are told, the shameful, guilty woman was born
Then there was the virgin Mary And the whore Mary Magdalene Without a choice They had to be either good or bad Either pure or sinful Either saved or eternally damned And so was engrained within woman The split between the mother and the whore Angry at each other without mercy Thus, we are told, the jealous, divided woman was born There we are The daughters of Eve of Earth and Sky and Underworld. With hurting souls And nearly broken spirits We choose To enjoy our lust To be the dark and the light To eat the fruit of knowledge To reject shame and guilt To heal the divisions To love our sisters Creating the right garden