GODDESS
In the inky blue sky it hangs,
a perfectly round glowing orb,
like a golden apple,
daring to be picked.
I reach for it but can’t touch;
I listen for a voice but can’t hear.
My soul is frustrated
knowing that the secrets
it harbors should be mine.
My bones feel that my ancestors
knew this shining goddess
and worshiped at her feet,
waiting to be filled with the
knowledge of the Circle of Life.
I hunger for that communion.
I long to dance in her favored glow,
to call upon her wisdom and strength;
to be a conduit of the light
she brings to this world.
But here I stand, mute and
bereft of connection, wondering
what my ancestors would do
to call her closer to the earth
so that she might speak my name.
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(Reposted from 4/3/15)
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Very nice. I felt you in the words
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Yeah? I suppose you’re pretty familiar with my particular brand of crazy by now. 🙂
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When we have been taught in err sometimes we mistake crazy for truth and the reality of who be are. When we believe crazy truth feels odd.
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Well then at least I don’t feel odd for no good reason then! LOL
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Your poem is beautiful! I spent many years wanting to find a way to express what you speak of here. One day I realized, I’d been doing that by simply standing with the silver light, letting it wash over me, and opening myself to the rich fullness above. It’s a personal ritual, as well, that when you release your doubts, brings you to great understanding. Your intuitive self knows how.
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Read STS’s comment below. She may have already called my name. 😀
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I have no doubt about that! 🙂
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I believe she has spoken your name.
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Oh good heavens… I think this is the first time I’ve been at a loss for a smart retort since I started this blog! You have quite befuddled me! 😀 LOL. You should get a prize!
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A beautiful evocation of yearning. The words and images really complement each other. i once joined a group to “pull down the moon” and I have enjoyed bathing in the moon-path in the sea (not in the U.K. I hasten to add!). The moon rules my zodiac sign of Cancer.
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To pull down the moon? How, exactly, does one do that? Or rather, what IS that? Very interesting. Moonlight on the sea is exquisite. My friend and I ran away to the east coast in 2000 and stayed in a lighthouse on Chesapeake Bay. We sat out on the dock in the moonlight and tried to fulfill one of her bucket list items: to smoke a cigar at a lighthouse in the moonlight! Thing was, not being at all familiar with cigars, we had NO idea you had to clip the end off the things to get ’em to light properly. It’s STILL on her bucket list, but we now have one of those cigar clippers! 😀
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This Wikipedia article gives a brief description/history of what it means to “Draw Down the Moon.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drawing_down_the_Moon_(ritual)
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I’ll have to go check it out. Thanks.
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I read it. A bit different from what Derek was talking about. I wonder if both practices come from the same roots… Interesting.
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I like the cigar story. A very specific bucket list item! Drawing down the moon involves a bowl (or bucket!) of water to capture the reflection of the moon, which is then passed around the group.
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Oh wow! That’s totally awesome. And what do you do with the bucket of moon then? This is fascinating. I don’t know you at all, but when I read your blog I sense that you’re very professional and on task. It’s kind of fun to see there’s a REALLY different side of you!
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