Sacred Woman
for Clarity

She mindfully dabs her finger
in the bronze chalice before her holding the crimson blood of her moon.
Her fingertip gently fizzles
The most subtle nuance of energetic embodiment
Warbling with sacred power
That she by her ardent yogic devotions
Can ascertain
Her body sensitized
Woke beyond the benumbed doldrums
That modernity persecutes the common lot with.
She brings her finger to touch the holy place between her eyebrows
Anointing her inner-vision
As she closes her eyes
And feels the tingling of her moonblood
tickling awake her inner-sight;
singing a hymn through the secret channel from forehead
to pineal gland
which trembles with soft delight.
She rests her hands on her thighs
as the morning sun emerges from behind a cloud
Piercing through the window to adorn her naked body in golden warmth
She sighs deeply, drinking succulently with her skin the majesty of the masculine,
The hymn of Fire, the hubris of cosmic, luminous penetration.
She pulls it deeper inside of her
Her awareness brazenly grasping shafts of light
Thrusting them confidently into her hungry body
yearning ever for the tryst of yin-yang
to bellow in the temple of her heart, roar with the love;
Light’s essence; Eternity’s marrow.
She tenderly embraces her body
with the encompassing gossamer of her soul’s ethereal delight,
feeling speckles of dancing density and glimmers of levity.
She goes to any heaviness within
with assiduous affection of awareness,
cajoling herself to wholeness; tickling stagnation to flow.
She opens her dark, witchy eyes (sweetly fierce, fiercely sweet)
and gazes with a swooning reverence at her altar.
She marvels at the galactic wings of Isis,
feeling at once a ray of her heart tumbling into infinity;
An aria of her Aquarian soul, singing like a siren to Eternity’s enchantments.
Her spine rises by sight of Kali and her own rage boils,
Shooting through her meridians with such might
That she loses herself for a moment in a cacophony of besieging memories
That strike the citadel of her heart with an array of weapons.
She bends over to seek the comfort of Earth, Gaia, Sophia, Mother
…and tears come, streaming down her eyes,
as fire and water dance a chaotic waltz in the storm that has become her soul.
The sadness quivers with a relentless tenderness
which she mistakes as pain, so she thrusts her anger upon it…
But it is no use, like throwing a stick into a river
She is carried away…

Kwan-Yin billows through the wall
with a thousand shining arms to wrap ‘round her,
Counsel her soul with infinitudes of compassion.
Inanna climbs out from the Earth, naked as herself,
Yet covered in the darkened soil smears of the Underworld,
And sings a wild song of rebirth to her heavenly heart.
And Artemis, shoots a flaming arrow into the breast
of a snickering demon that was about to leap upon her, snarling with fury;
It falls to the ground and melts into howling vapour…

A solitary tear, impassioned with purpose, zooms from her eye,
riding the magnetic rivers of her channels all the way to one of her nipples.
She follows the sensation, feeling the bell of her breast ringing with sensuous faith.
She centres in a sigh and another, returns her spine erect, invokes the Goddess…

Oh Great, Sacred Goddess, I am your priestess, your humble servant. Teach my pain to become wisdom. Help me guide from my wounds, not only my strength. Teach me to have compassion for what has befallen my sisters and my brothers…

She sighs, as her body begins to shimmer with energy,
and allows the tumult of tears,
opens the creaky gates of her temple so these tired, aching memories
can flow to the ocean outside, returning them to the cosmic womb.
She is more tender now, a little unfamiliar for her warrior soul,
And yet she knows, oh how she knows
That this softness billowing now from her radiant heart
Is manna for not only her
But the world starving for mother
For Great Mother.

I am yours, Great Mother! I serve you! Please guide me!
She intones, fiercely.
A vision comes to her as immediate response:
She feels her heart bursting open, exploding like a bomb, and then in all directions
A surging force; light
Spraying its golden hue all around
Upon a wasteland of a world, of decrepit lands, ruins, miseries upon miseries
Carrying a magical power of fertility
For all it blazes upon it transforms
These dark, demonic distortions
Cavorting into beauty, pastoral poetries of landscapes teeming with nature
Verdant hymns of life
Into Goddess, everywhere Goddess!
She is shaking as this happens, for her heart has become a pure channel
And nothing more
Beaming this indomitable mother love from Goddess Herself
Through her
And it is beyond intense
It asks for all of her
To hold this voluptuous frequency
And she holds
Her fury now turning to warrior will
Not the dissipations of fruitless rage
Her yogic skills directing its one-pointed ode
Of awareness and lazer-like intention
To hold hold HOLD!
I WILL LOVE THIS WORLD AWAKE!
She laments
She can see in the distance
Demons running for cover
As her heart’s storm of radiance obliterates them with alchemy
And they transform into flowers, trees, meadows, rivers, adorable animals
She screams as the final hiding places of pain in her heart
Are thrown into this continuum
I REQUIRE ALL OF YOU, MY DEAR.
ALL OF YOUR HEART.
ALL OF YOUR LOVE.
THE WORLD NEEDS THE FULL GOSPEL OF WOMAN.
OF MOTHER.
NOW!
She hears these words of encouragement and spies Isis floating above,
Her Wings shimmering, Her eyes warbling with wizardry
Piercing her and throwing courage on her heart’s incandescent fire
Commanding her to total surrender.
She holds her pain, no throwing away, no covering up
She welcomes it to this dance
And Her light blazes even more
Aye, waking the world,
Destroying evil
With love, a love that is beyond what she knew of
An enigmatic magic, all-powerful
All-mighty
The glory of Goddess
Love of love
The wizardry of the womb
From which this universe
Slipped from…

She lights the stick of palo santo and flings its thick, cleansing smoke around her
She dips a finger in her dark moonblood
And paints a large dot between her breasts
And then rays of a star
Breathing deeply into her womb
Her body thrilled with energy
As a small but profoundly felt smile
Curves on her lips.
She looks about her altar, at all the goddesses,
all the archetypal feminine forms, sacred objects, collecting it all within her soul
As she all at once
Is overflowing with reverence
As she feels the arms of all these glorious goddesses
These sacred sisters
Wrapping round her.
She brings her hands to her forehead and bows
Tears again
I offer my tears to you, oh Great Goddess
Thank you for these visions
Thank you
For everything…she says outloud
Tenderly
and though the day is darkening through the window
her altar still seems bright
as the light of her heart
continues to emanate
covering the world
with beauty…