Saints, Sages and Prostitutes know...

Undulating through being now, the wisdom of ages.
Saints, Sages and Prostitutes know.
Ah, it kills power of mind...and breathes through the undulating, changing rhythms of body.
"Who.." we call out "who..is the keeper of this Power?"
Is it Demeter who destroys with her wailing...
Or Zues who contrives with Hades to steal her young beauty.

We seek to know and heads burst open...
We long to feel and bellies burn through eyes.
Only SHE can bring forth life and nourish to fullness...yet, in her hungry wailing lays waste to all that has been created before her.

Only HE holds the power to call forth from the heavens all that stalk the earth and command them serve in trade for day.

While in dark caverns Hecate hears the cry and knows the bargain.
She stands at the cross-roads with staff.
Hiding in Shifting Shapes, gathering the cries and moans of separation and desire.
Feasting on longing...drinking of blood.
Watching the burning eyes and broken skulls for "ONE".

One who knows the gateway to this undulation and will bring separation to union...meeting..feasting...drinking.
Joining day with no fear of night. Spring colors blending with Fall.
Summer in honor of Winter.

Kathleen
Written September 20, 2004, experiencing the 3 year anniversary of Amy's death. And beginning to heal.

Wow! deep work, thanks for sharing and I will need to revisit for more reads on this one. VL