Rebirths to Divinity

Like a snake 

she sheds her selves, 

opalescent trophies of what she once was -

raw and transient.

She leaves the vessels behind,

purpose served and outdated.

Light as the clean slate of a ten toed baby 

fresh out of a womb.

Rising kundalini,

the divine feminine,

truest path of all,

fuel to a coiled flame.

She serenades of love in wishful slithers

as she blazes on by.