MythDance
Poem-Gifts 2019

Tantric Creation Myth/
Parvati and the Tiger

8 December, 2019 (Heart2Heart MythDance)

We meet

In the sweet, raw Darkness

As Gold-Silver Lightning,

Broken and Alive.

We are shattering

Into She-with-Many-Faces,

Who asks:

“Will you open All

Of your Eyeless Eyes?

Come to me,

Touch beneath the Silk

Of my Skin

Crawl to me,

With all of your Hunger,

Your Thunder and Silence within

Dance with me, Beloved

With all that you are

And with all you have been

And Now,

What will you choose to be?

What will you choose to see

With all

Of your eyeless eyes?

Will you see the Truth

Of What I am?”

Man, Woman

Goddess, Tiger

Chaos, Presence

In Still Motion

Dancing together their

Wild Devotion

As One, and yet Worlds apart

Meeting Eye to Eye,

Belly to Belly and

Heart to Heart

Pele and Ocean

27 October, 2019 (New Moon MythDance)

Freedom might start

As a crack

In what we have called

Home

Stepping off like a Fool

Into the Unknown,

Perhaps we are met

With the Tension of

Transformation

What Mystery is at play

To free us from our

Frayed

Dark

Moons?

To Open

and

Clear

and

Re-purpose

The Tombs

Deep

In our Earth?

Trust.

The Mystery knows the Way.

Trust

That Home

Hides nestled

In the Unknown

Trust

That this Breaking

Becomes the Horizon

Trust

That Push and Pull

Are really our Soul's

Churning Tides of

Yearning

Trust

That you are learning

Of a Love which is

Greater than Fear

Here,

Ocean has placed

Such Gifts of Depth

At the edge of Pele's

Glowing

Red

Flow!

Let Her fingers of Fire

Adorn you with your own

Deepest Desires

And Come,

Come Home to your

Wild

Heart!

Icarus and Daedalus

29 September, 2019 (New Moon MythDance)

The Honesty of a seed

Given to Fire

Beckons us

We can remember…

Golden threads

Unwind us

From the labyrinth

Of our sleeping minds

The Heart of the Beast

Breaks free

Leaving the

Bindings behind

Stone

by

Stone,

Walls fall

Spirits rise

And down

To the Sun-soaked Earth

He flies,

Greeted by She who reaches

With Sun-spun arms

Should we be surprised

When we find

That with a single leap

We can Dream

The impossible alive?

For the Self

And the Universe

Both reach for the Truth

Of Beloved Divine

This Fire

Is a transformative force

Even in Moon’s Shadow

It grows,

Never ceasing

To shine

The Frog Prince

25 August, 2019

Between Fire and Fountain

We meet ourselves,

Opening the door to the Wild…

Opening to that deep, deep well

Of a child remembering a story

Which fell into the fountain long ago

In the story, I am screaming

At your feet -

You look down -

Our eyes meet -

What a great distance has entered Us,

Though in an instant

Tongues sprung from the deep Earth

Sing back our laughter, rinse our eyes.

Wonder, Fear, Loss, and Communion

Once dyed the waters of our Soul,

Pouring out from widened eyes

And from Dreamings voiced, yet left untold

Water clear as glass…

Insecurity, Mercy, and Peace

Woven into Fire’s fingers

Lingers on our reddened Breath

And cracking Voices of the Singers

Fire clears the past…

A path is drawn

Upon this ground,

Welcoming you,

As you are.

It is so simple.

It is Joy - do you remember?

Do you remember the way you let go

Of the thing you held most dear

And how that Sphere

Of gold

Rose

From your very hands,

To Shine upon All Beings?

What you came here to be,

Is already here.

The rich and simple cloth

We have spun from evening Sun rays

Laid out, soft

Upon a naked Earth

Welcomes us to Dance and Pray

And to weave a new story

Of an Open-Hearted Way.

Spider Woman

28 July, 2019

From the Void,

She spins rainbow strands

And Weaves Herself into Being

Smiling, Spinning, Singing,

She Weaves.

She Weaves the Creation Song

Beneath the deep purple ocean of Sky,

We become shaped

By Her many long black legs

Dancing, Dreaming, Drawing

Out the threads

From Her silk-coated Belly

Yellow-washed Sky

And she Sings, she Sings -

She Sings of our Stories

And of our Power

And of our Joy

She Weaves us all together,

Even as we let go

Oh, that Web

Anchored

Among Stars and Roots and Lovers,

Shines brilliantly!

Blinding Her…

Yet Her eyes are many.

Embers of Yearning

Kindle Night;

New Pathways

Blaze across a reddening Sky

And She Calls, she Calls, she Calls,

“Sing with me!”

Unraveling,

Unknown,

and Un-Earthed,

We come to root the Creation Song.

Echo and Narcissus

26 May, 2019 (Half Moon MythDance)

Daggers on our skin made us

Untouchable.

We silenced ourselves

With the buried ones.

We put walls over

The wells

And covered our hands.

We turned away

From the Voices in the deep, dark soil.

And now, a faint laughter

Beckons us to awaken;

An avalanche of sleep

Gently falls away from us,

Along with old fruits of our mother’s mothers

And sharp, worn-out snakeskins.

It is more than a faint Echo, now.

The primal Roar

Is deafening,

Calling us to receive

Our own Prayers.

See the reflection,

For in our eye,

There is Lightning.

We Dare to Touch,

And New Life Opens.

The Phoenix

21 April, 2019 (Easter MythDance)

As the Fire of Sun

Breaks

Night-time’s shadowed castings,

The Phoenix stretches its sword-beak, opens its throat and sings

All of Paradise listens

Can you hear the song,

Slow and Wild and Free,

Like the essence of you?

As the Fire of Sun

Rides

Down the back of Sky,

Westward to the root of horizon the Phoenix flies

Its bones hollowed out by Time

What altar will you build

For that which beckons surrender?

As the Fire of Sun

Ignites

The Phoenix’s final nest,

Consumed by red-gold lashing, Its last song rests

Like diamonds on silent treetops

Tell me, Dear One,

What

Emergence

Stirs within the ashes

Of your descent?

As the Fire of three Suns

Seeks

For what has been lost,

The Phoenix rises once again, now thawing the frost

Of Absence

Dear One,

The Fire of Will

Blooms

From our longing;

I give you my wings

As we wake to the Sun of our Dawning

The Sphinx

7 April, 2019

Long ago, Her mouth dissolved in the swift desert sands

And she was buried.

Yet before this,

She sat on her Lion haunches,

Letting almost no one pass.

Her riddles were formed

In the shapeless growls

Of the Primal Feminine.

The Oracle saw it long before it happened,

The way She would be buried,

The way Her Mystery would be devoured

By Answers,

The way She would forget

Who She was.

With eyes that pierced through

The veils of Time,

She saw this.

With eyes that became wet

She saw this,

And offered an oasis for the desert of Man.

For the Oracle knew that the

Primal Hunger

Would not be buried in Man nor in Woman;

She knew that

It would be remembered.

And so it was -

The buried Sphinx

Held the riddle-with-no-Answer

In her belly still.

At last, the Earth wept,

A rushing release

Of all that came before.

And the Woman-Lion-Eagle-Snake

Returned to ask Her Riddle:

“We are two. One gives birth to the Other, and this One in turn gives birth to the

first. Who are we?”

Vasalisa the Wise and Baba Yaga

3 March, 2019