I recognize how difficult it is for you my Goddess of Wisdom to be wise. How the child’s voices of fear and pain ricochet off the walls in every direction, distracting and creating confusion and turmoil. I see how hard it is to stand and be wise in this environment. It is easier to run or pretend, head in the sand, then it is to stand tall and strong.
Added to this the Gods of Love, men have turned off their hearts, their emotions and do the unthinkable. They do this out of the fear of being hurt. Your confusing reactions, the childish beliefs you retain and respond to, the childish demands or the walking away without turning back, creates emotional turmoil for them, this feeds their fears and distrust.
Have courage my dear; draw it up, make friends with it and use it. This is your positive male energy. Then men will trust your wisdom and respect it. Then they can love you as the Gods of Love, as it will now be safe.
Voices speak at you from every direction
Advising new strategies
Twisted plots and plans
Defending against the imagined or real?
They lead you down the same empty road
To the safety of nowhere
A shallow birdbath
Better than somewhere
An ocean of emotion
Here you can be hurt
Enough of that you say
Safety and security is what matters
So what if it is a shallow pond
A pretty illusion of love
A passing fancy
Where is the wisdom in that?
No time for that you say,
you’ve just chipped a nail?
For my Daughters