March 18, 2008
In the sprit of my love for you, I want to share this poem for you. It is one of my eternal favorites.
Dance of the Seven Veils
This, the first veil, the scarlet
For my mother and all her sisters
Who recognize the blood rite, who know
Whick revelations could dismember the mosaic of this world
But fear the cost, who love me
But go veiled.
To them I sacrifice the first.
See where it pulses, a forbidden standard
Raised rebelliously above a conquered city.
This, the second veil, the violet,
For the kind and all his brothers
Who offer half their empires in return
For my possession, ifnorant hat I require
In its entirety what has always been my own.
To them I fling the second.
See where it flies, like royal spittle,
My laughter answering their lust.
This, the third veil, the cerulean,
For all the stillborn hopes arterial
Along my limbs, blue as the veins of my children
Never now to be conceived,
Blue as the shadows of hunger moulding the faces
Of those already living in hope of bread
Outside the gates of every palace.
To these I entrust the third,
See where it ripples like a salty mist
Ever the sea’s grief.
This, the fourth veil, the emerald,
For the false prophet and all his prisoners
Of envy, matricidal messiahs
Who turn in disgust from the female,
Rutting for death instead, for martyrdom
As hosted by their jealous god.
For them I discard the fourth.
See where it billows like indifferent grass, an obstinate renewing above the grave.
This, the fifth veil, the saffron,
For the soldier and all his followers,
Cowards who will slay me pretending to obey their orders
Other than their own, but desperate themselves
To cover my golden holy nakedness with their spiked shields
Before such splendor dazzles, delivers, and unmans them.
To my assassins I bequeath the fifth.
See where it flickers to their feet and lies, their only spoil.
This, the sixth veil, the white,
For myself, intended for a crown
Who chose instead this craft:
Each leap a calculation practiced
To exact, as if by effortless abandon,
The transcendent selves of those who witness it,
Like the lunar dancer drawing after her her tides.
Yet no audience, at the last, moves either of us:
To me, the sixth, the silver veil, I dedicate.
See where it floats, my spirit
Whirling with love about my flesh.
This, the seventh veil, transparent,
For the dance itself.
Unspeakable
As the letters of my stolen name,
Whitout color, as the air glows, palpable.
Only this presence, like a length of space,
A skin sloughed, a rendered breath.
To the dance alone the seventh veil is cast.
See where it shimmers,
A membrane shuddering open-
Spent, vacant now,
An afterbirth.
By Robin Morgan, 1962.
January 28, 2008
Inanna's Tale
He has considered me out-of-commission lately. No solid excuse to see me, the aura surrounding me full of thick blue sorrow, a large cloud hanging at my brow. Six demons stand at each side of me. My robe singed and stained.. I look at least 10 years older than the maiden he originally met, although it’s only been a couple years. Upon encountering me now, he knows the demons are awaiting the chance to capture him, so they may finally have a body to return to their queen in the underworld. Far underground, beyond the rotten bison and the limestone caverns, down into the kore, the fire.
We’ve been there before together, and it was beautiful. But he has never gone alone, his only company the slaves of the blue queen. There are twelve altogether, six short and stout, six tall like walking sticks. Red shining captors, sent from my sister’s keep. Beasts of spiteful, unrelenting molten fire; they have come to take him. "Your body will hang upon her hook, where I once lived until resurrected, having struck a deal with the Queen. When you are hung, my promise will be done, my freedom will ring true. You, whom art now my savior, let me love you, just one last time, before you hang in my place for eternity. Let mine be the final kiss, lest you miss your chance to taste a bit of love one last time.
I love you, yes, now I do. You will die for me, as kind as can be. Forever onwards, I will be pleased to know, beyond a doubt, that you may run from me no longer.
I am become the predator, determining my prey by the synchronicity of our meeting, as you once did to me. I will be free once more, never prey nor victim."
Blessed Inanna Astarte Aphrodite
Slung along your zodiacal belt
Your kingdom hath risen
In my heart.
I vow to set about
the word by which your name
shall be known once again
across the land.
Blessed Inanna Astarte Aphrodite
We walk in peace, we walk in beauty;
We walk in love, we walk in duty.
So it be.
March 2, 2007
Jessy is an extraordinary Woman.
I don't use that word lightly, but I've been blessed to meet a few on my life journey.
She is one.
I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'll take; no, Accept all the Love granted by beautiful souls like this.
She makes life ohhh so much more precious!
Our next hug will be a 'Tackle Hug'!!!
KK
