Inanna
Queen of Heaven,
suddenly brave,
I quit the sterile citadel of light,
(to descend, up-end.)
I enter naked body,
cave of gloom,
mysterious, a womb, a grave,
(power’s trappings stripped, un-gripped)
not caring what the cost.
I learn to feel, to know My worth,
to root Myself in the real,
the humble bower of all that grows,
uniting heaven and earth, body and soul.
Embracing Dark, I become Whole,
completing hope’s birthing hour:
the electric circuit of life's power.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018