.
.
It begins and It ends
With Love
Wide-eyed babe
Born into arms of darkness
Swimming
Swimming
Heart’s beaming anchor
Finds no ground
.
Born into the seven tongues
Whispering, snickering
Sneering and wiping
The Love, the Love
It goes
She falls
She falls
She falls
.
She forgets, spiraling
Until one day The Hermit
Wolfen by side
Meets her in the Night
Deep in the darkness
His lantern revives
.
Floating, floating
Absorbing, absorbing
Drinking in the light
Suddenly
Death comes
And its great scythian teachings
Prancing in with the Tower
Demolishing the bud
Of re-memberance
Of re-membrance
Of Love
.
Hanging by threads
She passes Death’s teachings
Through the pillars and pylons
She rides
Riding with Emperor
Structuring and building
A life anew
The scent of Love flapping
In wake of pointed spear
.
Sure that she’d survived it
Sure that she’d found plateau
The hunger, the hunger
For Love, it returned
Scanning and seeking
Amongst her fertile kingdom
She could not find it
She could not find it
Here, amongst the green
It was gone
.
And as if responding
To growing emanations of despair
The Magician
The Shaman
Appeared
Schooling her again
Re-membering her
With Love
.
On the wings of a dream
She travelled to far off lands
Following the traces
Following the symbols
Following the drum
Becoming shining babe-like Fool
Wandering
.
And again
Invisible worlds
Of terror
Shook her hand
Filled her core
Infusing the crevices
With crazed imaginings
Shadow overloading
Feeling into pain
Of Paradise
.
Smiling eyes feared her
Drunken revelries urged her sleep
Mind murky
Mind murky
She stumbled
.
Death came to her again
Knocking, grinning, asking
This time? This time?
Do you have enough
For Love in the Darkness?
Sleep so easy
Disappearance a gift
This time?
This time?
.
Somehow
She survived
The raking
Burned, shrunken and weary
Somehow she survived
.
A wizard met her there
In ineffable deepening layers
A magical castle appeared
He of great machinations
He, he reminded her
Of Love
While psychotic waters lapped
Begging for entry
The rushing river full of fishes
Soothed her
His hook and teaching of ways
Saved her
.
One day wandering away from the castle
Full of both aimless gratitude
And a growing gnawing desire
She stumbled across the river
Into the gates of a Grand Temple
There she was welcomed
The Priestess, smiling
Great cats pacing her sides
Even though hidden
In a gnarled knot of forked tongue
The Priestess met her there
The Priestess chose her
And said again
“Love”
.
The Priestess beckoned
For a pilgrimage to hot waters
Nestled in canyons
Of dusty oak and soaring vulture
Although she trembled
The trek concluded
With deer and angelica calling
To the lair of The Lovers
.
How to be Mother
To the Wounded Son
She tempered, she tempered
Between the internal
External
Eternal
Weaving bodies and minds
Slicing cords and sealing
Keeping silent
Keeping silent
The Lovers changed her
The Lovers broke her heart
But fueled the Dark Mother
To realize
.
How to Love
How to Live
How to Serve
How to Breathe
Light, Dark, and all Between
How to hold the line
And honor
Ripped open by teacher
Over and over again
She rose, she rose
Stronger
Stronger
.
Father Fire
Loosed her
From Lover’s Nest
To cold concrete
Again, again
Death threatened
Whittling her matter
Trying, trying her skill
.
Yet this time
She stared in those cold eyes
And recognized
The initiation occurring
She took up the blade
One hand grasping
The other embracing the cold bone
Of this Mother
A darker kind of Love
A darker kind of Love
.
It is only recently
She has made her way to The Chariot
The evanescent winds of belief
Letting them in
Stepping into the carriage
Holding the reins
Looking out, onto the vista
A field both fenced and wild
Her tigresses, waiting
Her center, alight
It is only recently
She has fully re-membered
What has been and always has been
Along the many meetings
Archetypal collisions walking
Testing, testing
Urging her
To Love
.
This time?
This time?
Death is never far away
This time?
Do you have enough
For Love in Darkness?
She holds the reins
She feels the soft leather, sliding
The bodies of force, pulling
Raring
They say yes
She says yes
To Love,
To the deep heart of remembrance
Waking and reminding
We are here!
There is a path!
Great forces
Within
Without
Circling
They have made us!
Wild and mystical tendrils
Webbing specific faces
And places
These gates, hollows, temples
Soul breath, we look into each other’s eyes
And exclaim
It is time
It is time
It is time
To go
.
Love, love, love
Through darkness, madness and fear
Great veils of self-initiation
We’ve walked
We’ve carved sigils into heart
Bleeding, gathering
Recording
.
Love, love, love
We do it all for Love
It began
With Love
It ends
With Love
My
Your
Our
Initiation
Initiation
Initiation
Love
Love
Love
In the Darkness
.
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