Still musing upon Lilith
SOFT MOON SHINING
My beloved Divine Mother
Dance with me
under the soft moon shining
in the wide open fields
far beyond the toil and trouble
of my busy mind
Dance with me
before the night grows old
while the winds of love
still bow the grasses
and the coyotes howl for you
to step their way
Dance with me my beloved
while the Mystery's Edge
still flirts in the shadow
of your radiant light
From the book Soft Moon Shining by
Ethan Walker III
Art found here.
2 comments:
Lovely poem Hecate, and even more lovely statuary...but I'd really rather hear your thoughts/musings on Lilith.
She's the woman I am afraid to think about because it would require becoming strong, as strong as she was. The curse of weakness, of succumbing to the overlay of patriarchy, is absorbing that fear of responsibility to be self-reliant.
--xan
For your company this evening.
A fellow atriot has the right idea...
-Mr.M
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