For she who sits with humanity's dark night
I wrote the below poem earlier last week, inspired by many stories of dear women friends who long for deep spiritual connection and completion with emotionally incapable or unavailable lovers (sorry, usually, but not always- men). I strongly feel this is an archetypal pattern seeking resolution beyond the micro politics of intimate liaisons--it is a pattern that plays out in other ways on larger public stages.
Recently, I heard Matt Fox this past Friday discuss how the Black Madonna desires a worthy consort, a mature evolved masculine. Thus, I was inspired to share my poem here:
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In the dead of the darkest part of the night, Psyche pulls the sheetsexposes her-naked withunfinished history left to embrace
the space that once was him-Eros
he-the question mark
punctuated declarations leave imprints heavy on her heartshe-
the inquiry- the initiate on the quest she- that which animates the moment before the bitten apple
if they both only knew that it is she that is the pause that makes you
holdbreath to ponderspace and desireabsence and longinglovingland and memory
it is she that completes you in the purifying, ecstatic dance for salvation
no shame
here
she will bring you home
groping as her unworthy consort walks out the door
earth cries dark obsidian tears because history makes him
forget how to see,
how to honor
how to meet her where she lives
the angel flutters above wings tattered,whispering even this loss, can resurrect you to love holy and free again.
her muse vows: even this will make you create
somewhere, she intensely meditates, shaking her finger at the sky
points to Venus in this absurdity
why is she left holding the sting of his lack?
of their mutual forgetting?
somewhere fireflies crowd close to a tiny, artificial flame
remembering all along
nature's wisdom makes them seek the light of the moon*
*Insects are attracted to light as they use light to navigate. Scientists "believe that insects that fly at night evolved over millions of years, before humans existed. Before humans existed, there were no artificial lights at night. The only light was the moon, and insects that fly directly towards the moon at night will travel in a straight line. This was therefore a useful behavior for them, helping them navigate in the dark. It is an *instinct*, meaning they don't think about it, they just do it, because over the millions of years they've existed, insects that could navigate at night did better than those that couldn't. Insects that fly towards an artificial light, however, will crash into it, and often hurt themselves. They can't avoid it, because it's an instinct. If we had another few million years to watch the process, eventually insects might stop doing it - but not yet; it's only been a few hundred years."
Taken from http://experts.about.com/q/Entomology-Study-Bugs-665/Insects-Light.htm
Recently, I heard Matt Fox this past Friday discuss how the Black Madonna desires a worthy consort, a mature evolved masculine. Thus, I was inspired to share my poem here:
***
For She who sits with humanity's dark night
In the dead of the darkest part of the night, Psyche pulls the sheetsexposes her-naked withunfinished history left to embrace
the space that once was him-Eros
he-the question mark
punctuated declarations leave imprints heavy on her heartshe-
the inquiry- the initiate on the quest she- that which animates the moment before the bitten apple
if they both only knew that it is she that is the pause that makes you
holdbreath to ponderspace and desireabsence and longinglovingland and memory
it is she that completes you in the purifying, ecstatic dance for salvation
no shame
here
she will bring you home
groping as her unworthy consort walks out the door
earth cries dark obsidian tears because history makes him
forget how to see,
how to honor
how to meet her where she lives
the angel flutters above wings tattered,whispering even this loss, can resurrect you to love holy and free again.
her muse vows: even this will make you create
somewhere, she intensely meditates, shaking her finger at the sky
points to Venus in this absurdity
why is she left holding the sting of his lack?
of their mutual forgetting?
somewhere fireflies crowd close to a tiny, artificial flame
remembering all along
nature's wisdom makes them seek the light of the moon*
*Insects are attracted to light as they use light to navigate. Scientists "believe that insects that fly at night evolved over millions of years, before humans existed. Before humans existed, there were no artificial lights at night. The only light was the moon, and insects that fly directly towards the moon at night will travel in a straight line. This was therefore a useful behavior for them, helping them navigate in the dark. It is an *instinct*, meaning they don't think about it, they just do it, because over the millions of years they've existed, insects that could navigate at night did better than those that couldn't. Insects that fly towards an artificial light, however, will crash into it, and often hurt themselves. They can't avoid it, because it's an instinct. If we had another few million years to watch the process, eventually insects might stop doing it - but not yet; it's only been a few hundred years."
Taken from http://experts.about.com/q/Entomology-Study-Bugs-665/Insects-Light.htm
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