Lady Cyclades
I Am All That Is! Be I!
Fierce Virgin,
sky-clad Lady of Cyclades,
I Am axis of all cycles;
axle of all action,
soul of emotion!
I Am the alabaster,
still center of motion,
Source of all Arising!
Psyche, Cybele, Sibyl,
One in All, Allat!
I Am the spine of will,
bone of contention,
core of content,
suckler of discontent,
sickle of death, sickle-moon of rebirth,
insight, courage, time in space.
I Am the backbone of the Real.
I Am white bone inside black night,
a candle lit.
Suck Me, a tooth,
hard tit of truth.
Drink fire. Face your fear;
and I will help you to aspire.
Stand upright, feet flat on hard earth.
Walk tall, Womban, while you can.
I Am the rod and staff
and pillar of Justess,
arrow of marrow, vulture clean:
entombed bare bones, rebirth,
hugging Myself, alone,
chrysalis of becoming,
white cocoon of tight-furled wings.
Try to fly high.
Ask why before you die.
Before you lie, horizon ice,
be vertical, be virtuous, be verity.
Adventurous adventuress: Be Advent!
Image your spine erect;
conjure respect.
Arise! Delight!
Look in My empty eyes
and see the endless skies.
Be wise. Resist. Persist. Exist!
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018