~how She shines,

look how She shines

keeping the deep blue from going black~

Entwined on that night,

we locked and rocked in brittle leaves and pine needles.

We formed a knot, You and I,

with our bodies, our minds and our hearts.

Visceral Spirits writhing in molten embrace

in the cool crystalline light beneath the Beltain Moon.

* * *

~bring Me white roses, only white roses

white roses that grow like moonlight

in the gardens of your heart~

bring Me your heart

bring Me your Heart

* * *

On this night the snow

like frozen moonlight

makes ghosts of the trees

and a bridal veil

of a burial shroud.

* * *

~in the stars we witness Eternity's radiance

shining through the eyelets of the masks of Time~

~

~as I gaze up at the stars and stare into forever

I can think of no finer way to go,

than to be struck in the heart by a meteorite

upon whose fiery path my name is written~

* * *

~when the night wind descends like a cellist

and draws its frightful bow across howling limbs,

those with shallow roots are the first to fall,

first to fall

when the night winds wail ~

* * *

~some look upon Death and see only death

some look beyond Death and see only stars~

* * *

For Arianrhod

I long to feel You shudder from my worship,

to be deafened by Your cries

as You drench my face in Your pleasure;

to penetrate with my consciousness Your Sacred Womb

in order to be reborn in Your Light-

. . . just beneath the flesh we are male and female

. . . just beneath the flesh we are Light

. . . just beneath the flesh we are spirit and nature

. . . just beneath the flesh we are One-

* * *

Eye to eye we stood

in the bright sunlight and splashing sea.

Have You now somehow forgotten

those ancient words You spoke to me?

"You and I are One.

You and I are Eternal.

You see the world through My eyes and I through yours.

We are Spirit and Nature living together."

~

Celestial Lullaby

I looked on, as Venus disappeared

into the southwest abyss.

Like a child drifting off to sleep,

She bid the world goodnight.

* * *

A choir of naked moss-mottled giants

swollen with ancient secrets,

chants in the luminous mist of a moonlit grove.

While dappled shadow-beings

tumble from their glistening lichen cradles;

spider-drop eerily to the decaying carpet

and spin like dreidels

in the translucent alchemy of a mid-night mass.

* * *

Prima Materia

It's all Alchemy, though the notion of a sacred Oedipal union or reunion between mother and child in a ritual of Purification and rebirth into Luminosity is to some, reprehensible. And yet, it is the hinge-pin of mayan cosmology, and the primary significance of the galactic alignment of December 21st. 2012.

"Oh the Mother and Child reunion is only a "notion" away-