How shall we begin?
We begin
At the end
The end of all which needs to die
The end
Of the beginning
.
She doesn’t stare straight at me
But I know, I know
She’s calling
Pay attention, She says
It is time
To die
.
Now I’ve heard this before
She’s no stranger in these parts
But as always, when She speaks
I listen
.
Such an odd concept
To have to die
To live
To have to let go of it all
In order to truly embody
.
Listening, I’m listening
But I
Am confused
So many layers already shed
What more do I have to release?
The traditional path
Identity, belongings, desires
Already decomposing miles back
On this Wanderer’s road
.
So I ask Her, humbly
As I accept my place in the Death Lodge
What else is there to lose?
And of course
I know, I know
There is always another layer
Hiding
.
What then, is this layer
I cannot drum it up from my mind
I look around me blankly
And the only thing I can do
Is ask
The only think I can do
Is listen
The only thing I can do
Here in this Death Lodge
Is open to the Way
The Way hiding
The tendrils grasping
The deep and precious rootlets
That don’t want to be seen.
Way beneath, in this colonized earth
Lurks these questions
Lurks these answers
Lurks these ancestral memories
Traumas
Waiting
.
Here in the Death Lodge
Cailleach laughing
She tells me not to worry
She tells me, simply
To ask
To listen
And to begin
.
~Image https://www.elitarotstrickingly.com/blog/the-tarot-of-eli-the-druid-craft-tarot-key-13-death-and-the-thoth-tarot-atu depicting “Death” from The Druid Craft Tarot by Philip Carr-Gomm.
Letting Go 