The rising woman waits through the deep to see the light within.
The rising woman swims through the murk where the water lily is king.
The rising woman breaks through the carbon to catch that diamond win.
She cannot rise except from below the ground in which she roots.
She cannot rise without despair at her feet as werebirds shoot.
To transform her suffering into sacred that woman she will find grace.
To say I see you pain and I'm here with you will flow through time and space.
If she can let go of her fettered self and see through her conditioned state,
That woman there will rise indeed her presence will be so great.
The path of the warrior is the path she takes that to welcome herself home.
To keep coming back to the sanctuary within that's the sign of a woman who's grown.
To bleed and sweat and cry tears of pain to hold herself throughout.
To turn her yearning into devotion is the rising woman's cloud.
She gives permission to be as she is she lays down her sword and fight.
As a phoenix rises wings wide open the rising woman takes flight.
A woman rising liberates herself from the clutches of all those fears.
She stands in presence at all she's seen her journey made of tears.
She's proud of all she has become and all that she is not.
She knows the common experience that everyone else forgot.
Within her eyes you see her truth you see her unfettered soul.
That diamond light that shines within that makes her seem so whole.
There is no fear in her experience she's here to have it all.
She asks that you see into her so that into your heart you fall.
And that is intimacy into me you see because she is you and you are her it's all that you can be.
She quietens her mind so well so that her heart may speak.
She knows it's a most tranquil place where life is no longer bleak.
This woman chooses not to live in pain except to pass through with grace.
She knows she deserves a second chance to grow this beautiful place.
This the place she calls her home the place that no one knows.
The place where only she can go where only her garden grows.
The rising woman is all there is so sovereign and so true.
She rose out of ashes you see she wove gold from all the blue.
The rising woman wades through the deep to see the light within.
The rising woman swims through the murk where the water lily is king.
The rising woman breaks through the carbon to catch that diamond ring.