Dark Moon Vision

Courage

falls with open arms

(snow angel)

crescent

to embrace the Dark.

Disappearing

into Mystery,

Courage

springs forth renewed,

nascent,

channeling Radiance,

embracing Hope.

She who is light and change

wears the horns of the crescent moon,

shining, dying and reborn,

framing the morning star

that dips below the horizon at dawn

only to re-emerge:

promising

rebirth and transformation.

It is strange.  Inanna,

after creating the excellence of the Ideal,

after experiencing the troubling vision

of arrogant, violent, lacking gods,

made the Great Bull of Heaven.

(Was it man as well as bull?)

When the gods killed it

She was shocked by their disrespect.

She could not accept the cosmic waste.

(The destruction of the global ecology,

the rape of the human body and spirit,

are but the echo

of this archetypal act of alienation.)

The new idea of death She could embrace,

allowing it to seep through cracks of time,

transforming past and future.

But the loss of the Great Bull, betrayed,

thrown down from heaven, dethroned!

She Herself must follow it into death

to find understanding,

redemption and renewal.

Inanna wears the heifer horns

in honor of the Bull, yang,

animus, the unfulfilled potential

of Otherness. 

We do not understand.

Is this the Buddhist bull of Ego,

meant to be ridden

but not destroyed?

Erishkigal, Europa, Ninlil, the raped ones,

and Inanna, Queen of Heaven, betrayed,

light seeded, fertilized, by death:

together they mourn the lost innocence

of the sharp-horned celestial Lingam,

the golden calf of Baal.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018