Inspired from within,
I remember ancient wisdom.
I.
I am everything and nothing.
I am the holder of space,
its lushness
and emptiness,
flowing in and out like
dye mixed with water,
becoming singular and many,
as dark mixes with light.
II.
I am the blesser of the body,
its birth, death, and passage
the symbol of the
ultimate wheel,
its shape a reminder
of She Who Is All.
III.
I am the garden from within,
each cycle of seed, growth and compost
sublime food for the body,
each memory of maiden, mother and crone
divine food for the soul.
IV.
I am the creator of the vessel,
the endless circle,
the womb that we call
She, You and I,
its emptiness
potent and pulsing,
the well waiting
to be filled.
V.
I am the one
who makes you
whole,
and empty,
and whole again,
through girlhood
and children
and the wise old grandmother,
the eternal knowledge
of life and mystery,
locked in each second,
of every memory,
of All That Is You .
VI.
I am the empty honeycomb
once used to fullness,
its silence and quiet
beckoning the full
and fertile again,
the remembrance of women and ancestry
locked into every hexagonal shape,
each side touching another,
each shape morphing the image,
mixing the one with the everything
the everything with the nothing
the fullness that I Am
the She that is You.
Author’s Note: In reading about the Goddess Mago, I realized that She is the Great Mother I wrote this poem for two years ago. I dedicate it to Her. May we find magic in the cauldron that is Her greatest source of wisdom and alchemy.
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