Ever since the serpent-wild
Made its way from my body to the stars
And back again,
I am aware of a loneliness –
A longing
Not for God,
Or for human-kind,
But for a frame that I can raise
And for words that I can speak
Without apology.
In the world that was
It seemed we all agreed
That we were frightened pieces
Of a Motherless dream.
I know this because
The serpent-wild delivered me
To a world that is whole,
Where nothing is the same,
Except for that primordial
That ran through everything –
A wild that refused
To be tamed or caged,
Yet waited to be grounded
And called to be claimed.
Whatever state I’m in
I know that it’s not the before-life,
A not-so-distant memory of
Militant lines we marched
With pain and pride…
Never questioning why.
Yet the wildness always knew
That rank and file would never be
A lasting fit,
For one day we would catch the scent
Of a long-forgotten feminine,
Opening our eyes to
The larger starry dress
That made love with Earth
And gave birth to you
And I.
I live in the middle of two worlds
Too lucid to fall back in
The jagged pool of pretend –
A prison that cannot tell me
Who I really am,
Yet I have a hint that lives
In my bones and blood
And I’m willing to dig
Beyond those
Who laugh and loop and judge.
I know She has more treasure here,
And the words will come…
From the courage to accept
That I am baked from
A perfect recipe of wildness and love –
An ancient-future bread
of God and Man
And Woman as One.
So when the serpent-wild delivers you here,
Do give a shout,
So together we can figure out
How to be
How to speak
How to weave
Our Divine
And serpent-wild
Community.
© Eileen Meyer ~ 2007
Eileen is an author, mystic, songstress, and a work-in-progress. After many numinous experiences, she receives guiding messages for our evolution in consciousness and is here to help others remember this inner cosmic doorway too. She has been an invited speaker and facilitator on the topics of evolving consciousness and the deeper meaning of extraterrestrial, or interdimensional contact.
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