There goes the Goddess. 

There she goes, commanding the earth she is walking upon and wielding the light of the whole room.

She is too beautiful and radiant, and she knows her light. She should not love herself so much. She must be a narcissist, her face and body have all the right curves and angles and she should hide herself, or else she must be easy and shallow. Who does she think she is that she is so at home in her own beauty? And anyway hers is the kind of body that people would like to violate, she shouldn’t feel safe in her own skin—doesn’t she know?

There goes the Goddess, she is too straight forward, her words and glances like arrows, she must be thinking she has the right to everything —being around her is exhausting! For we must be always on guard, strong, composed, if we lose sight for one minute she might just shoot one of her arrows and crack us wide open, and we might see the parts of ourselves we have not dared look at— then we cannot grab a mask and we will have to show ourselves as we really, really are—and oh, to be true, it is all too painful and tiring! Someone teach her the art of being reasonable and easy to swallow, or we must all close down, turn to the side, run away from her demands!

Now she’s too quiet and observant, making us feel watched—can’t she just chill a little, be more careless, be more carefree? She’s making us walk on eggshells, making us too aware of ourselves, too self-conscious, it’s more than we can bear! We can’t look at her now, for she’ll see straight into our souls and we’ll be discovered, how cruel—no, she should renounce her intensity, learn to gaze more placidly.

There goes the Goddess, she is too intelligent and she should stop showing off, take it down a notch, or else no one will keep up with her and she’ll be the arrogant one when the others start to feel small—and nobody likes to sleep with Einstein, because in the end it’s all about what others want or don’t, and she should behave as such, she’s no better than the rest of us.

She’s too loud and she should stop disturbing public spaces with her laughter and her words that soar like eagles above our heads, we would rather be drenched in our media bullshit and shallow routine, she has no right to occupy so much space and sky—we’ve better things to listen to.

There goes the Goddess, she is too sensitive and she should stop taking everything to heart, for doesn’t she know? The heart is meant to be cast in iron until the rust seeps into its tender flesh and runs through the blood and we can’t feel anything any longer, that is the normal way to live, we must be tough and driven, she must learn. She didn’t get the memo’s on hiding her emotions.

She’s too honest and she should stop, lie a little, sacrifice her integrity for the sake of our self-deception—she, too, should live her life so that it doesn’t mirror back to us our denial of our needs and wounds, or else we would have to wake from our torpor, acquaint our demons, and she—she will be the one to blame!

There goes the Goddess, she smiles too brightly‚ it must be fake or she must be stupid, she knows nothing of the struggle—but wait, now she’s too serious and aloof, what on earth could she be thinking on, someone tell her we don’t like that attitude of hers, for it makes people sad and she should don some normal face, now there she goes crying on the park bench, she must be deranged because no healthy person would cry like that, someone must educate her, now she is laughing again. She is mad and must not be taken seriously, just another woman with her wiles.

She’s too comfortable in her own skin and she shouldn’t be, doesn’t she know there are so many reasons to feel unlovable and ashamed? How can she not know that we don’t have the right to just forget about all of our shame and do that most outrageous of things—choose to love ourselves! How selfless and shameless of her!

There goes the Goddess, she’s too confident and she should be put in her place, she’s going to intimidate people whose knees shake at the sight of her gravity, for they haven’t found their own strength and now she’s to blame for making them feel uncomfortable, she deserves the pushback, look at her ordaining our thoughts and thinking she’s the centre of the world, clearly she doesn’t know where she is and does not care much for us!

Now she is engaging us in conversation and pulls us in, she seems to care, but we might reveal too much of ourselves so we pull back and resent her for it, then she is sharing some story of her own but there is too much joy and we become envious, she’s so self-absorbed, then again she’s struggling and getting emotional and that’s our signal to turn away because we cannot handle being real, I told you she is exhausting to be around—we must always be on our toes, maintain appearances, stay decent without getting burned!

She’s too inappropriate, there she goes casually mentioning death or sex or astrology again—or worse, social critique and psychology, who does she think she is to disturb our everyday matters with her esoteric garbage, we have work to do and mouths to feed and the stars are too far out and we can’t even see them for these urban clouds of smoke, this is all we want to know. Does she not live in the real world?

Now she’s in the bedroom, we’ve heard stories that she is wild and unashamed and worships her men, she must be some witch, profane in her sexuality! She is lost, I’m sure she has no moral code, women are not allowed to be this way, women cannot be sensual and sexually expressed or they are whores, we must frown and seethe at the sight of their freedom, we must bring them back to their senses!

There goes the Goddess, she cares too much, about animals and children and the earth whom she calls her mother, and she always wants to talk about it, but that’s just the way things are here and there’s not much we can do about it and, well, she’s too sensitive in the first place and that’s her own business. We must remain untouched, let us return to our deeds!

She’s in too many places at once—now she’s writing, then she’s dancing, now she’s embracing someone, then she’s laughing and the next minute she’s quiet again—she should grow up already ‘cause we don’t have time for this craze, she’s like a child! And why did nobody teach her that in this world we’re all focused and one-sided and disinterested and have no space for her flow? How do we tell her now?

There goes the Goddess, she’s too open, too liberated in her communication and someone should teach her how to flirt less, weave less stars into her phrases, be less profound and pretentious in her choice of words, stop throwing spit and spears at the patriarchal empire and come down to earth and be more respectable, or else she’ll make everyone swoon and think and turn, that’s unjust manipulation, she must be needy for attention!

There goes the Goddess, she’s too vibrant and she threatens too much, she threatens our ignorance and comfort with her fierce light, and light deranges and God knows that we cannot take it, that we would rather live in pieces ruled by our darkness and never endure the pain of seeing the light of what is possible, what is good and gentle and true—because then we would have to mourn the loss of our own light, the one we’ve buried in the mud of our self-contentment, and we would have to wail and sing and dance it back to life, and God that is our greatest fear—because we have forgotten how to wail and sing and dance.

And there goes the Goddess, she is showing us the pain of our forgetfulness, and somehow there is much love in her eyes, and maybe we should stop… and listen to the way she moves.