Shamana

Light cannot hate the darkness

that loves it, gives it birth!

How can the masculine

hate the feminine, the Mother? 

How can it hate itself?

How can embodied life

hate body, sex, death, truth,

the loom of existence?  Impossible!

This contradiction tears life apart.

I reconcile all contradictions.

This one is proving just a little harder

for Me to heal. 

I spiral inside-out, beside Myself,

searching for the key

to living peace and joy.

I know like a doom

I'll find the answer dancing

in probing, pulsing,

throbbing pain and loss: 

becoming what I cannot fear.

Questing, questioning, thrusting, nuzzling,

daring to be vulnerable,

the masculine (springtime newness)

reaches sensitive tendrils 

into the realm outside domination,

iron-fenced with shame and fear,

to touch in awe:

nurturing, responsive, dark,

enfolding, unrape-able,

virginal spirituality.

I Am your Divine Beloved--

transmuting pain to joy,

accepting, comprehending, blessing,

honoring, healing, making whole,

modeling all spiritual experience

in My changes.

I Am Mother and Lover of Souls,

conferring hope and meaning,

receiving you back to Me in death,

I yearn to free the world

of lies and violence,

to restore the true shape of meaning,

designed to honor

human innocence and courage,

to guide all on the path of beauty.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018