October 21, 2007 § 2 Comments
The Divine is open, the wise one and famed.
The meaning meant nothing once, now something to me.
I thank my female ancestors, who created my ESP,
Nourished my people and protected the earth with magic.
A part of every friend’s culture when rituals were named.
They healed, summoned, assisted, and tracked every birth.
Knowing the secrets of everything on earth,
The powers of the moon, and the longings of the sick,
They created language, writing, art, and arithmetic.
Their ceremonies and prayers for another
Became one with the source of life; Great Mother
Of all living things, the light of my candlestick
Master storytellers of the ancient myth; they write-down
The omens…passed the gods and goddesses for me down
Many truths come as I talk to the moon.
I am told my knowledge is ancient of the worldview…
And made to remember the truth about creation stew…
I share the same life force with my sisters, the earth, and men.
My soul’s ageless wisdom will survive this given afternoon.
Going back to Genesis through poetry, music, and dance…
Man in our image and likeness, women at a glance.
Center of my being, the secret of who I am-
Connection with the universe with a mind of Zen
My ancestors wondered and worshiped meaning.
They say all religion is about the earth, its greening.
The Graces gave me a mysterious transformation:
In dreams, they showed me how things grow and die;
Reborn into a woman, Lady in the Moon and I
Can conceive a new life and give birth,
Bleed with the phases of the moon vast…
Ancient men threatened my life and took my past.
I have found Venus in 35,000 BCE
A man in the distance said I was the source of worth.
I danced, flew, and shared my all with the wild kingdom.
The Great Moon Goddess, her female trinity outcome-
Spells and rituals performed with phases of her three
Special powers teach the Divine Intelligence decree.
Dominating our thoughts for several thousand years
Until the male Sky Gods became the deity of male fears
Reigning with the power of the sun, with He-
He challenged the older goddess of the sun and moon,
And she became villain, a private in a patriarchal platoon.
The many old tales were rewritten in blinking.
Did Eve create Adam and make him her mate?
Eve is the Mother of All Living who liberates
Life and women, I am a woman; I am life.
Mythology drifted further away from original thinking-
A struggle between forces of evil and good
Rather than a dynamic dance of all things for good; could
Lives on earth become less important than the life to come?
Cleanliness is next to Godliness, all its sum
Who reflected the image of the divine Feminine?
Dirty and impure leader living in another mortal’s sin
A curious thing happened to the Father Gods outcome
As they degraded the earth, woman, the body;
Everyone had trouble finding joy was somewhere to-be.
Warrior classes’ raped the female mind in camp concentrate
Starved the mysterious bodies by force, weapons and the whore-
My league of women and children were amongst the war,
Brutally raped and held prisoner, the slave fantasies of when
Men emerged socially and economically; politically dominate.
Laws and values reflected the myth of the superior male
Warfare was based on a violent, this militaristic trail
On the dawn of the New Age, women had regained the lost gen.
The earth and her creatures now are in deep peril for the chosen-
Many must hold hands on the great merging range.
Through ancient knowledge, can we come together and make the change?
Nothing should go unnoticed ever again.
Nothing should be forgotten, not one name.
We weave our webs at birth; at death we are self-same.
© Sonya Rose