Samhain

I change like the moon.

I Am night and wings,

imagination's flight,

claws sharp, eyes bright.

All life gestates within My womb.

I illuminate the obscure,

and heal all wounds.

I Am the good dark underground,

deep growing roots.

I whirl like the earth, dancing.

I dream the moonless night alive,

and bring the morn.

I rise like the sun. I bide My time.

I Am all Good, the All Mother:

bat, black cat, owl:

all that you fear, all hallowed.

It’s all true, what they say about Me:

snakes and scorpions and spiders,

and yes, I think about sex all the time,

and no, I’m not afraid of anything,

and there’s no telling what I’ll do next!

What they say about god, now that’s all lies. 

There is no god, only the gods I rock

between the legs of My fertile imagination.

Mother of All, I love all My children!

What they say about the devil,

that’s all lies too.

There is no evil except lies,

and the fears that lies foment,

and the cruelty that feeds on lies and fears.

The rest of it, the truth about Me,

give thanks for it all: it’s all Good.

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Do not accept the bloodless lie

that holiness dwells in the sky!

Open again to wordless wonder:

inner lightning, inner thunder!

Return to touch the primal maw:

give thanks anew; again feel Awe!

Open to dot-in-circle breast:

cornucopia for the rest.

Open to praise My lap-held womb,

the universe My internal room.

Praise non-violent Origin,

brave bloody hole that pours forth

talking men.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018