Persephone Speaks: Waning Moon 2

It’s time, Mother.

It feels like way past time. 

You know that I’ve enjoyed being with you constantly,

sharing everything with you. 

We are so much alike. 

Sometimes it almost seems that we are one person;

looking at you is like looking at a mirror. 

But there is more to life than endless summer!

There is more to life

than your broad, diffuse, sustaining consciousness

that holds you in its trance of love. 

I know you enjoy everything,

caring for everything, cradling everything. 

I know you have to look at the bright side,

at the whole picture, take the long hopeful view,

live fully in the moment, in the present. 

You have taught me well.

Now I want to break out of that mothering soft-focus

and focus on just one thing. 

I want to choose something,

and take the consequences. 

I crave an intensity, a power,

that you no longer seem capable of. 

Did you ever really feel the way I do?

I also yearn to let go

of your nurturing, constructive focus,

and fall into unconsciousness. 

I’d like to fall in love, take drugs, go mad,

dive deep into something dangerous, lose myself. 

Maybe that’s the only way I’ll find my own nature,

my own individuality, my own power. 

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018