is a rebirthing of sorts:
eyes loose shut
crouching on hands and knees
rocking back and forth.
arching —no growling
just prowling and breath
a feeling into the body,
sensing its stories and songs
dusty blackened bare feet
soft body, sweat-stained skin
untamed bushy hair
these sensual moves
summon the instinctual
feeling the glow; slow, slow
moving as the body wants to move.
no direction from outside—
the golden darkness leads
the animal inhabits the skin and
remembers its wildish ways.
and in this quiet stirring,
I am released.
(The Empress card from The Field Tarot)