The Bed 1

Oh! the Dancer of Delight!
(born On Solstice Morn)

What a morn
the Dawning Light doth bring!
not a Newborn
and not another King!

It is You!
the Creatrix of Life
the Lover of Soul
the Shirker of Strife!

Dancing Your Delight
out into a World
suffering in the Darkness
your face not yet unfurled

Our Bodies have been crucified
our Blood has been spilled
the Sacrifice great
the Deaths have stilled

And now Exploding from the Void!
She, the Lover of our Souls
throbbing in our blood
heating the black holes

She beckons us to Celebrate
this Union of Divine
in Body Soul and Heart
in Other and in Thine

So… Throw your Crosses in the Fire!
Drink the Blood of your Desire
Dance and Celebrate this Night!
In your Bodies of Delight!

Many activities as well as deaths have emerged over these last few days… and I realize that it is the nature of this moment for all of us…

And THIS morn, THIS day, THIS eve of the celebration of the newborn ancient King an aspect of the feminine that I am becoming more and more aware of is borne out of the great darkness that I have worked with for longer than long is long…

She is the Shakti that dances as the consort to the Great Chthonic being that climbed out of the earth at Marion Woodman’s retreat… that Great Chthonic Being is the raw molten material at the core of my being, at the core of the earth… and out it spews, exploding into life in a dance! yes, the passionate dance of Shakti! She was wondrous to behold… and yet, up until this very moment only glimpsed in Others, dreams, images, places I have been traversing both inwardly and outwardly… and until the dawning conscious awareness in this moment… She was still elusive… not in Her ways! or Her delights! or Her magnificent creations! NO! but in my conscious awareness to that energy as being HER!

I dance with many of the Goddesses, the archetypal feminine… of course, most especially, the Dark Ones… whose faces have moved through me all of my life…

yet… it was the GOD as Muse that I have been in relationship with… mirrored to me by the faces of the creative men in my life…

and some place in me has known that until TRULY I connect to that creative movement and expression, yes, as Muse with a feminine face… would I begin to come to my deeper authentic essence…

AND as many fucking books as I read… it just doesn’t work to conceptualize it… it never has…

and thus, as miracles go… and this is a season of miracles… Her face has passionately danced into my life over these last days… and this morning, in my revelry… Her name began to come through, Her face… and most importantly, Her heartbeat and fire throbbing in my veins in an ecstatic union! I FEEL HER as a Lover! I FEEL Her as my Muse! I FEEL Her dance through me to ecstatically touch and play with and awaken the many loves in my life! IT IS SHE WHO IS THE DANCE!!!!!

THIS is an epiphanal moment, and I am taken up in Her ecstatic revelry!

may She dance through you with the heat of her passion THIS day… as She is dancing in me….

I said to my soul, be still and wait,
without hope, for it would be hope for the wrong thing,
without love, for it would be love of the wrong thing.
There is yet faith, but the faith and the hope
and the love are all in the waiting. And do not think,
because you are not ready for thought.
So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness,
the dancing.

T.S. Elliot, The Four Quartets

The Ecstatic Lover
 Kathleen Prophet

You Have Made Me Rich!!!

Jewels… drop from your mouth…
I hasten to gather them into my arms
where they will be kept and loved and tended
protected from all harm

Yes, and eventually birthed into life
for ALL to be fed from…
but for now… they are MINE!
mined from your Soul’s wild bedlam

and thus…

who gives a shit about bills?
when I stand in the wealth of US
for my wealth is greater than ALL THE WEALTH
in this bereft world of commerce!

Yes… You have made me RICH!

The Mystery of US

Yes… it is US
YOU & I
for this moment would not be
without YOU & I

YOU hold the key for ME!
and I for THEE!
unlocking vast virgin territory
in the landscape of our souls

and yet…
we may not possess this wondrous thing
though it be YOU & I
though it be US

and herein lies the Mystery!
the unfathomable Mystery!

For like a thief in the night
I would be away with you I say!
stealing that which is rightfully MINE!
this grand treasure we have hoarded!

and like a child
who picks the glorious blossom
only to watch its life essence
slowly fade away
we would suffer… YOU & I

yet the treasure that is MINE
is that which you have unlocked
of ME
the terrifying beauty
you hold the mirror for my eyes to see…

and thus.. reveals the nature
of this tremendous!
this incredible!
this mysterious
‘thing’
YOU & I
US

The Crack of Dawn

my body stirs with the light
softly… quietly…
streaming through the cracks

walking in a dreamtime forest…
weaving wilderness into the fabric of
….my life… my everyday ordinary life…
extraordinary life!

flooded with your presence
your image… the image of my soul…
the Wildman in the forest tending to
Her Wild Garden

you beckon me enter

like Fools we run about
tearing off the veils of our outer death
revealing our naked madness… our wildness…
… our terrifying beauty!

Yes! We are ecstatics whirling
in and out of the
Heart of the Wild Soul
and She is nourished by our revelry…

and we are AWAKENED!

new growth bursting forth!
rooting her moist fertile body
blossoming branches reaching
outward to embrace all Her many lovers…

You and I… the fodder for Her New Life!

Battlefield of Love

Ah… my Love…. words….

to meet me…. to greet me this morn
after rising from my bed
where we lay
engaged in the most passionate embrace
no…. ATTACK

most passionate attack….
two bodies colliding
exploding imploding
two warriors’ AGGRESSIVE attack
on this battlefield of love

where each one’s scars sing out
their ode to living and each other
each one’s guarded heart
released in the full fervor
of their desire

yes, beware, my love
for this warrioress is in heat
her loins ablaze
in anguished passionate tension
pulled back waiting for her release…

into YOU.

Do you see?

this passionate mystery?
From whence did it come?
And where will it go?
Our contact was a moment ago
but something in our words
these little black drawings on this page
stirred the molten in my bowels
evoked the Wild Criatura in her
eternal seeking of her mate…
One who can withstand
her raging passion and ferocity
one who knows the same depths
the same darkness… death
And one who once again chooses to rise into life
to laugh to dance to cry to sing
to play to fuck to sleep and dream
His way into the inner realms
that undulate outward into life
exploding as the vital force
from whence all creation is birthed
Out of this the union of the
Wild Criatura and her Wild One

Sweet Mystery

Ah–Who is this Goddess of Love
that doth beat my heart
And cause my passion to thus rise
in a fiery heat
that consumeth me?

Ah–My Beloved Aphrodite,
Thy lust doth scorch
my delirious heart
Causing all boundaries
to melt away.

Do I Honor thee–My Sweet Goddess,
Or do I acknowledge the Laws of Men
And therefore live a life of mediocrity?

Is it lawful to cause another pain or
to bear ones own?
Do I Honor Thee?

I yearn to disappear into your arms
Run free, run passionately
And consumed by your fires
Acknowledge the wounds of love.

The edge of darkness I do dwell,
How comforting this place is.
Listen…listen…
the Darkness doth beckon me.