Divine Bovine

I Am Horned Hathor,

Great Stray Wild Cow,

Egyptian Author of All.

White lotus blooms

between My mandala eyes.

I Am transformation!

My tail is a strong arm holding a flame,

torch of all freedom!

My hooves strike lightning, thunder.

My many teats are stars,

milky way My flanks,

sustaining, dripping with nurturing.

I Am the moon the cow jumps over.

My heifer horns frame sun, moon, earth,

the disc of Wholeness.

I Am horned crescent,

life and death in balance,

I gestate all on-going creation.

Venus falling and rising,

cyclic, monthly, tidal, oceanic.

To calm My frenzy, fierce,

dancing, in celebration,

I brew and drink red beer, red wine.

I bake and eat the sacred bread,

mystical red rye,

round Origin, moon-wafer,

sacrament of change.

I teach all civilization's arts:

croissants, red-waxed round cheese,

the drinking horn.

Share in My festival of peaceful blood.

Face My hidden hairy hide,

My dark-moon face with thanks:

womb-bearer, red-bearded,

Bucranium of Uterine shape.

I drip all life

from My red udder end, down under.

I Am Mother beyond death, Mother of Rebirth,

flowing with non-violent womb-blood,

flowing with milk and honey.

My dark river of time flows: death to life:

ever-renewing, Source of All.

I utter Oracle. My long ears hear Truth!

I Am black/white, half 'n' half,

hoofed, horned, tailed.

You are moody, moony, amusing,

with your spiral cowlick.

(You all have tails in utero.)

Face your fears! 

They are man-made to 'cow' you,

but you are not cowards!

When they call you a 'cow'

remember proudly

Whose calf you are,

and laugh.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018,