To The Men Who Are Love ❤️


To the men that know;

The men that choose to grow.

To the men who have had the courage to lay broken on the floor;

Who have embraced each change with strength and determination;

Stood solid,


In their truth.

To the men who have



And been left with


Yet still,

In every day,

In every way,

They show love.

To the men who have seen the darkness

Of a woman lost in pain,

And sheltered her

In their warm embrace;

Tended to each wound;

Soaked their own essence in each of her tears.

To the men who failed,

But rose again;

Lost their heart,

And found their love.

To the men who strive

Each day

To love themselves more;

Embrace their own darkness that led them to pain;

Energise their light until it radiates to the sky.

To the men who show


For the journey that the woman takes

To reach his love,

For he is her mirror;

He is her love,

And she loves you.

In every moment you give

That appreciation,

She feels it,

She appreciates you.

To the men who are love,

We love you,

Thank You

For loving us.

Heather Lea

Heather Lea Poetry


Man goes from one woman to another, goes on changing. People think he is a great lover; he is not a lover at all. He is avoiding, he is trying to avoid any deep involvement because with deep involvement problems have to be faced, and much pain has to be gone through. So one simply plays safe; one makes it a point never to go too deeply into somebody.

If you go too deep you may not be able to come back easily. And if you go deeply into somebody, somebody else will go deeply into you also; it is always proportionate. If I go very deep in you the only way is to allow you also to go that deep in me. It is a give and take, it is a sharing. Then one may get entangled too much, and it will be difficult to escape and the pain may be much. So people learn how to play safe: just let surfaces meet — hit-and-run love affairs. Before you are caught, run.

This is what is happening in the modern world. People have become so juvenile, so childish; they are losing all maturity.

Maturity comes only when you are ready to face the pain of your being; maturity comes only when you are ready to take the challenge. And there is no greater challenge than love.

Written by Osho

Artist Unknown

Green Man

The Green Man is a legendary being primarily interpreted as a symbol of rebirth, and my first foray into depictions of the Sacred Masculine.. He is most commonly depicted in a representation of a face which is made of, or completely surrounded by, leaves. Some speculate that the mythology of the Green Man developed independently in the traditions of separate ancient cultures and evolved into the wide variety of examples found throughout history.

There are legends of him in which, like Osiris, he is dismembered and reborn; and prophecies connecting him with the end of time. His is the voice of inspiration to the aspirant and committed artist. He can come as a white light or the gleam on a blade of grass, but more often as an inner mood. The sign of his presence is the ability to work or experience with tireless enthusiasm beyond one’s normal capacities. In this there may be a link across cultures, because one reason for the enthusiasm of the medieval sculptors for the Green Man may be that he was the source of every inspiration.

.Where Mother Earth is the vessel which sustains all life and through which all life grows, the Green Man is the overseer, tending to the details of that growth. He is the spiritual warrior charged with defending Mother Earth and caring for Her creatures. He embodies the entirety of Her energy, and it is as this powerful warrior soul that I have depicted him.

His message is remembering that the

To me, he is the perfect embodiment of God on this Earth, and of the Sacred Masculine. And a perfect beginning to this artistic journey.

“The Green Man”

Mixed Media”


NEW: Limited Run, 8X10 signed and matted – $35 shipped:

4X6 Altar Art Print – $10;

5X7 Greeting Card – $5

To Love a Man

“If you want to change the world love a man; really love him.

Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid

Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood

Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there

And burn his heavy load in your fires

Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there

Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment

And let it all go

Feel into his ancestral burden

And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you

Let him melt in your steady gaze

And know that you need not mirror that rage

Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him

Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability

In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death

Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man

To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together

And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…

Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms

Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart

Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return

Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Do not coax out his little boy

With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery

Only to lure him…to a web of destruction

To a place of chaos and hatred

More terrible than any war fought by his brothers

This is not feminine this is revenge

This is the poison of the twisted lines

Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world

And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls

And it kills us all

And whether his mother held him or could not

Show him the true mother now

Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth

Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core

Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria

Cry for him sweet rivers

Bleed it all back home

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him

Love him enough to be naked and free

Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death

And thank him for the opportunity

As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods

Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being

Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you

Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you

Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before

Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself

And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him

Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him

And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected

By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows

Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

If you want to love a man…love yourself…love your father…

Love your brother…your son… your ex-partner…from the first boy you kissed…

To the last one you wept over…

Give thanks for the gifts…of your unravelling…to this meeting…

Of the one who stands before you now….

And find in him the seed…to all that’s new and solar…

A seed that you can feed…to help direct the planting…

To grow a new world, together…..”

~Lauren Wilce

How to Grow Up as a Man

Much more can be done towards healthier boys who become healthy , loving , compassionate men .

What that are taught as little boys is how to isolate their anger , hide emotions and not have facts with which to make choices .

I’ve encountered more than a few men who have been groomed to social correctness , the family over all else , unhealthy bonds with unhealthy demanding parent , triangles that destroy any outsider who does not conform to the family dictates…

Forever bound together , too often in trauma is the war within that does take prisoners and only truths can break the bonds that bind .

The end of man kind , I feel can be avoided by balancing the distorted feminine in each of us , male or female .

Spirit knows no gender .

It is an individual choice and effort to heal this wound , and I pray for more awakening to this .

The end of man kind , does not include the feminine Wo man and that’s not a put down but a prayer 🙏 for healing and wakefulness .

Blessings & ✌️

Dona Luna 🙏❤️🎃

Men : I believe ✨

I believe in sensitive and kind men.

I believe in the mystical men who believe in themselves.

I believe in men who seek temperance and peace inside them.

I believe in men poets, dreamers, magicians, writers, alchemists, artists, teachers, and angels.

I believe in men who like to dance and sing and make life a celebration.

I believe in men who embrace their wounded inner child, listen to him and embrace him true.

I believe in men who want to heal and help others to heal.

I believe in men who refuse to be slaves to their own wound and that despite the pain, they clean it and heal it patiently, with love and courage.

I believe in men who come from the stars and remember the power of their wings, the power of their hands and the power of their heart.

I believe in men who know of intuition and use it as their compass.

I believe in men who share freedom because they are free and do not know another way to live.

I believe in the men protective of women’s energy, who know how to read the look of their beloved and who do not intend to change it, simply accompany it wisely on their flight.

I believe in full men who don’t need anything from outside because they already know that everything has it inside.

I believe in men who make fire when they are cold, that take refuge in water when they are thirsty.

I believe in men with truthful eyes they see themselves and that’s why they love and respect every creature exists on earth.

I believe in men, perfectly imperfect, because it is in that imperfection is where they also find their beauty.

I believe in sensitive men who know how to receive and give love in balance, who listen and who also speak, those who live and let them live.

I believe in men who live sexuality as sacred, because they know that it is a wonderful gift.

I believe in men with clear feelings, which are accessible.

I believe in men who walk barefoot and speak to the plants.

I believe in the tender and wild men at the same time.

I believe in the sacred male and in all the divinity they have stood.

– Rishima

White Wolf Alchemy