Lauselle

I point with My left hand,

image of the waning moon,

to My vulva, triune triangle.

You came from Me,

the primal cave of dark.

Between My legs is home.

You visit light,

and you return to sleep.

I Am the door.

In Me there is no falling

and no death.

My cosmic womb

holds all around

in safe embrace.

You are made of mystery:

dark/light.

You are My child.

In My right hand

I hold renewal's crescent horn

with 13 menstrual marks,

a mystery in code:

13 bright moons

circle the yearly sun,

marking My fertile cycles. 

I offer you a token

of My animal nature,

a piece of My body.

I Am broken for you;

and like the moon I mend.

Blow on this horn,

My child, and call to Me.

I won’t forsake you.

I made this world for you.

Find a way to join

My dance of life abundant.

Hold hands

and spiral toward Me,

always deeper!

This is all I ask of you.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018