MAGIC IN THE MADNESS.

I am a mad mess of chaos when I am in my Wild….

I can spit fire that stings like the thorn pierces the skin one moment
and…..
Crumble to my knees like the soft unfurling rose the next.

My howl is often met with tear stained cheeks….
The lightning with the sweet kiss of rain.

The fiercest storm followed by the still calm….

She is wild & soft
fierce & holy
blood & honey
thorn & rose

She is Kali ma fierceness, rage & roar….with Magdalenes compassion, love & devotion.

She is wild, untamed, free & chaotic….

A mad mess of chaos with all of the magic within it.