MY GIFT - MAY 2000
Where do they come from and where do they go?
Spirits of the ancients in the ebb and the flow
Of the winds that blow around the sacred space
Honouring the women in this holy place.
Sentinel they stand guarding the gate
Prepared to rush in or just be there and wait,
As sisters expose the depths of all pain
The goddesses come and establish their reign.
Persephone’s there in search of her mother
Half a life in sunlight and half in the other.
Demeter anguishes and cries for her child
Lands of shadow and light are finally reconciled.
The vestal virgins, on Delphi’s steps dances
Weaving with her body eternal romances
With Aphrodite arising out of the foam
Eros and Psyche at last have come home
When Hecate come she's ugly and mean
But her wisdom and knowledge is cutting and clean
She cackles and spits and her black cape she twirls
The smoke she manifests eddies and whirls.
In the wake of this hag the destroyer appears
Kali is here, she gnashes and jeers
Lashing with swords of flaming fire
Cutting through threads of illusion and maya
She goes for the throat and holds on so tight
The challenge is to face her, to look back and fight.
When it seems these attacks are relentless - without end
The Mother sends her angels to succor and to mend.
She send the Holy Well with its waters of healing -
For women in the circle, for women who are kneeling.
To drink the ancient water that flows still from her heart
Sisters must be open to a cataclysmic new start
Morgana follows close behind with hair as black as night
She walks between worlds and she had the gift of sight,
But when Cassandra, the oracle, inside the circle dances
Beware my dear sisters of her telling glances!
She speaks if she sees the doom that awaits
The souls that won’t move, letting their energy abate.
Just when it seems there’s no more you can take
That the heart has been shattered, another angel awakes
Kwan Yin the Compassionate - descends from the height
Bodhisattva for women - the lady of light
She comes with the Madonna and the Magdalene too
And enfolded her daughters and with them she flew
To Gaia, Earth Mother to blend and to melt
The circle throbs and hums the great AUM is now felt
Oh were do they come from and where do they go?
The spirits of the ancients in the ebb and the flow
We can only know them if we give a yes and not no
We can only honor them and shout to them - HO!