Claimed: a Goddess poem

I was inundated with chords, melodies, and prose
After the bio-energetic awakening.
I was glad it had its own
Important-sounding phrase.
Otherwise, as you know,
In the West She is wrongly named.

The walls fell down,
Doorways blasted open
Dissolving paradox,
Along with all the fear and angst
That had been assigned
By the limited mind,
Gone in an instant.

She is seen
She is heard
She is Claimed.

She continues to fill me with music, messages,
And the pure essence of Home.
She restored my Soul.
She has healed the rift
And married the rest of me.
It’s taken a lifetime,
(And thousands more)
To truly understand,
That She was the missing piece
My eyes could not see,
She was the voice
My ears could not hear to speak!

That is,
Until She became me.

They call it blasphemy!
Shame that we should name this Christ,
Or Mary, the one who gives birth.
Perhaps this is the biggest surprise
To the old paradigm
That She arrives within us on Earth.
Ah, but she has no need for given words or terms,
What matters now is She turns her gaze to you,

These things and greater shall ye do!

It’s time to stop questioning or wondering
If it’s true.
Beneath your greatest fears
She waits.
Not to be named,
But rather to be seen,
To be heard,
To be claimed.

Feb 5, 2020. EM Meyer

The song below, Pieces of Me, was one of the first that I was able to catch with a cautious net following my full Kundalini-Koyopa awakening in 1998. Always questioning if I had the right to facilitate this pure energy into song. Is She the one who sings? Or is it me? Thus continued my years-long identity crisis, and the longing to find others who were also in search of this mirroring. She is the metamorphosis. She is the solution we cannot seem to name. Why? Because the language we were given keeps her hidden. Yet She is here to marry all of us now. She is within. Find her. Give birth to her. This is what restores our natural state and world.