Even your hands have fingers that desire pointing, that desire making a point. Even you want to know night from day, when it's time to sleep and be awake.
Can you see what’s hidden in each moment there? Here, in this delicate awareness of the present, the ephemeral nature of existence becomes bearable.
If you are trapped by this good girl ideal, know that she is not a real woman, but a caged hound. Know there is a way to be free, to reclaim who you are.
I pray that Kali awakens the rebel within us all, to shift the planetary energy, for it is individuals who create the culture that govern our behavior.