Soliloquy of the goddess with the woman within

What is it, of me, that you fear in you?
Is it this boldness of naked skin, perchance
of core within, holding none of the pulp throbbing
to be split open – as it is, of lust, of love, of flesh
and blood like a seasoned, sacred fountain offered
to likened thirsts, to hungers equated, about the
ground, the grove, in ripened shades of other trees?

- Is it, then, this taste of nature true , of which
so many starve themselves, and deem the fruit
of sin ?

What is it, of you, that you hail in me?
Is it the virgin blush, the muted light, the pristine
- oh, so beguiling – veil of mystery, the reverent
kiss replicating the promised, hinted after-taste
of prayers answered upon answering lips, the
wholeness so whole, so holy, it cannot be but
if time of being, corporeal, is due and yet duly
delayed – to be consummated in otherworldly
worlds of all eternity?

- Is it, then, this perfect vision of what is never
truly seen, this flawless splendor of the never
truly touched, this lonely shrine of sublimity?

And what is it, of you, that you deny in me?
Is it the dreaded curse of blessed seeds cast
deeper and deeper into nothing but a wound
- a hollow, barren of all but scorn, a wasteland
dubbed hell, where growers of self-piety, but
not of genuine growth, proclaim a divine womb
should be?

- Is it, then, that, oh, so very mortal, possible
impossibility?

So, what is it, of me, that you assume in you?
Is it, then, this holy soil that blossoms redemption
in carnal wreaths of vernal equinox, about to ignite
dances of solstice in the sun and advents of matching
gods under harvest moons, is it the spark transcendent
that, from even dead ashes, engenders the epiphany
of that unfathomable essence which thaws all frozen
layers around the sense of form?

- Is it, then… immortality?

Now tell me, and sing with me, and cry, and laugh
- while you listen to the fading echoes of what it is
that you have allowed other voices to tell you
– you should loathe, in you, of me, in me, of you.

And hear me laugh, hear me cry, as I sing with you
and tell you, while I listen within, to the expanding
echoes of what it is that I will seek to learn, thus
understand, thus love, more and more
- in me, of you, in you, of me.

At last, let us be silent –
as we touch this ultimate note in the scale
of a primal harmony that begins again where
it has ever been, if we truly care, dare, to heed

- This perception that needs no words, for
its intrinsic beauty, its reverberations
breathe, whole:

In me, the goddess in you -
in you, the woman in me.

Now, go and be, and love, wholly and truly
- and with you, and with me, all men within
all gods, all gods within all men.

- Be at peace.

© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®