Dark Rye

I am the one who invites the whiskey to do its magic,

for you.

I am the one who chooses the corpse pose over sitting upright,

for you.

I am the one no one can pinpoint

And the one everything points to.

I am the one who calls from deep inside your body

Asking for a touch as yet unknown to you

A touch

A thread

Tied to an anchor

I am the depth that calls that anchor

Down 

Down

Down

Your depth is already magnetized.

I am the one who calls you home.

Your body is our home, Sister.

And it is good.

I'm back, for you.

Lilith

The Dark One

naked ladies

“Your mind cannot know me.

You are beginning to get the sense of this.

It is only in the senses that you can know me.

Your senses are the very thread that carry the birthright to your lineage.”

I can’t wait till the day ends 

And the men leave their work.

Those naked ladies are waiting for me to join them in the garden!

They know I am one of them

Why else would they have called to me yesterday?

They are standing tall and naked, 

holding the fullness of their blossoming, 

so shamelessly,

for the sheer pleasure of it.

I sense it, too.

a giddy delight in the naturalness of this flowering

awakens in me.

Lilith unveiled Innocence

oh, Lilith 

where I went, 

well, there are words for it, and images, and feelings.

my ring came off,

my ears went bare

and I descended 

I was yours again.

she has taken me before,

into this dark territory

and it is always my move to find the place where I say stop,

where I raise my hand and say, "stop."

I learn how to make the journey 

I learn when to return.

This cauldron the body

the intensity the fire of desire

This depth the soul

The stillness the water where the treasure awaits the light.

my outer life is gratefully uneventful

my inner is the river of life, 

sometimes gently streaming

sometimes tumultuously raging.

the gate opened 

and the fruit of the dark moved through me

I looked

I felt

and deleted and deleted and deleted what was not mine

letting pass what could not hold me.  

I landed at the feet of love. 

tears flowed as I felt being met there.

I found what was lost
innocence.

here,

where 

nothing is ever really happening.

just this pulse is real.

hot and humbled, I am walking on

these smiling dancin' feet.

The crows are cawing their own story out of the same stillness.

Lilith

The stars are shining.

Tonight, I will sleep outside.

It will be my way to celebrate the sun

And the moon.

Last week I heard the connection

Really, I began yoga ages ago and never heard this...

Ha-tha

Sun moon

she said the neutral pole between these two is the starry sky.

Heart couldn’t help but be moved to Hathor, too.

The time line is becoming sensed

Internally

Some connections are felt from this point in time.

Yesterday

I met a teenage copperhead on the road

So bright and fresh.

Lachesis

Has given me the taste for the snake bite

So I don’t have to go right in there anymore to feel my boundaries.

having its poison in my blood now

Homeopathically

It works

To feel the poison run through me

Before I am in danger,

I recognize the vibration.

Today I spoke with my favorite astrologer about Lilith 

My chart blows her away 

with such awe

That it is infectious,

I really begin to love this strange one, too.

Lilith in her three stellar forms

is actively blessing and in conjunction within my planetary blueprint.

As she is in you, no doubt.

I love the Goddess.

Her myriad faces and expressions has made me know myself to be real, alive

And in her service, so she can be known through me.

We talked today about Lilith in her forms, in her formlessness

As the primal center of creation

Impersonal.

Not like Durga, who I call on for protection

Blazing in on her tiger,

The beast between her legs

The one she rides on

And that heart of hers, 

blasting untruth to smithereens ………..

But Lilith…….. 

She’s not one you call on,

But one you make room for.

Giving her space tonight

feeling beyond a face

Beyond a form.

She is as new to me as I am to myself.

I am her handmaiden.

I know this deep in my belly.

I remember her snakes in Greece

As my son napped on the bed beside me.

I don’t know the history, and I love that you do and share it here.

My home, born in the stars, is beyond the edge of the known universe

I come from far away.

The stranger

I am surrounded by home, 

the edges blur in this familiar kiss.

To distill this story into a pure gift is fun.

Ah, there is the german thing again.

Are there no Germans here ? !

Ich vermisse dich, wo bist du denn?

a Gift in english is the present, given in love, to show my love for or appreciation of you.

das Gift auf deutsch……….is poison.

Back to the copperhead,

On my return, I kept my eyes open,

having seen that truck go by,

I knew what I would most likely see. 

If snake lies in the road

They will go after her.

And there she was,

Hated,

Curled in a bow, 

Soft pink spilling onto the road

Her bright pattern still shining

And penetrating vibrantly to infinity.