> If you want to change the world love a man; really love him
> Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
> Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
> Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
> And burn his heavy load in your fires
> Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
> Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time
> Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
> And let it all go
> Feel into his ancestral burden
> And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
> Let him melt in your steady gaze
> And know that you need not mirror that rage
> Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds
>
> If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
> Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
> In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
> Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
> To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
> And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
> Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
> Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers,
> calm your frightened girls’ heart
> Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
> Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance,
> that he may be soothed, once more
>
> If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
> Do not coax out his little boy
> With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
> Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
> To a place of chaos and hatred
> More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
> This is not feminine this is revenge
> This is the poison of the twisted lines
> Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
> And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
> And it kills us all
> And whether his mother held him or could not
> Show him the true mother now
> Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
> Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
> Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
> Cry for him sweet rivers
> Bleed it all back home
>
> If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
> Love him enough to be naked and free
> Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
> And thank him for the opportunity
> As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
> Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
> Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
> Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
> Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
> Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
> And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart
>
> If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
> Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
> And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
> By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
> Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream 
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