From Essays On Man And The Divine Feminine...
we all are a holy mixture.... birth and death, hunger and fire, day and night, male and female.... reside within each of us.
most males are trained by society to diminish the feminine in themselves. this makes the man more aggressive, more violent, more success driven, more seek and take by force... and incredibly lonely, empty.
Robert Bly and the men's movement understood this problem, and sought by naked exploration of the self to find the cure, to be the cure. and yes, Hune, there are many men who find this wholeness, and live it.
women, having been treated as inferior for ages... have begun the fight for equality, have sought to make their place in a male world.
and in so doing have taken on some of the male ego.... and often some of the worst parts of it.
what we have to find is a balance! there are good men, and good women...
and there are men and women not at peace with themselves, who do bad things, who act from the ego, and not from the heart!
i am a man, both good and evil reside in me. i choose to seek the goodness, but i trip and fall quite often. the holiness of man resides in my common struggle.
the divine feminine also resides in me. the holiness of woman is a part of who i am.
i am both penis, and womb. i am the maker, and the one who gives birth.
i am both living, and dying. i am both the ocean, and the shore. i am both sin, and redemption.
balance, flow, and intimate understanding.... when sexuality is a prayer, when the small child sitting on the lap the true scripture....
when the hands that pulled the trigger now dig in the ground....
when the language of owls and trees and stones is understood...
when death becomes the very orgasm of life.... when light seeks darkness....
amen, and amen!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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