Monarch Emerging From The Chrysilas

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The woman is emerging.

She is emerging  from the fallen state.

The fallen state that dare not speak its name for fear of self-disclosure.

The state whose name is Patriarchy.

The state that justifies, through call to tradition and that authority which-cannot-be-questioned, is now and ever shall be, state without end.

She has learnt to stand at the place from where the bone, which gave her life, was stolen. A place where respectful distance is not needed. A place where strength does not mean insolence.

She is like the butterfly that, in order to emerge into its full beauty, knows it has to tear its cocoon.

And through this simple gesture she creates a space where man, too, can now begin to emerge.