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,