MythDance
Poem-Gifts 2020

Aeon Sophia

20 and 22 November, 2020

From our brilliant boundaries,

From all that kept us safe

We step into the abyss

This terror and grace

Of our Becoming....

Let Passion and Compassion both

Open your Warrior's Heart

And let that golden seed shine

Through wounds buried in dark

What has been kept apart, shall return

Our Fire of anger,

Our sacred Waters of tears,

The Earth of our pleasure

And the swamps of our fears

This elemental power,

These landscapes of feeling -

Breathe it all into your center,

That golden seed of your being

This is the ground for transformation

This is the Living Earth dreaming

This is you as the dream,

Awake in the Golden Heart's beating

Let the trust in your roots

Break through these cracked stories

And let yourself grow

With all of your fury and glory

Your Power lies in seeing others true,

Dear One

Yes, even in the dreamings of night...

Will you choose to see through

Imitation of power, limitations of sight?

Blue veils dissolved like mist

In Light of Earth, Moon and Sun

As Christ descends to dance with the Goddess

Their Light and Dark bodies one

They dreamed us here now

As the Divine Child come,

And as we join in their dance,

Our Golden seed becomes their

Golden Blossom

Atargatis

16 (new moon) and 18 October, 2020

There comes a time

When the maps

Must be laid aside,

Dear one...

When who we thought we were

And the surety under our feet

Is pulled from beneath us

With the foaming tide,

Drifting to the bare horizon...

Let us not resist.

There is a time for letting go,

Dear one -

A time for fear,

A time for Joy,

A time for rage,

A time for grief - and yes, also

A time when She-with-Many-Faces

Will reclaim Her True Self

Silver piece

By 

Silver piece

Bowing at the boundaries

Bowing at the release, even of release

No need to figure it out.

We come to where we need to be

As the mystical present moment

Frees the 

Bare sky,

Bared roots,

Bared tooth of the Lion-Hearted Truth

Can you bear 

To shoot your golden arrow,

Dear One?

The temple doors 

Have become so narrow…

When the marrow of our loss

Unhinges us, 

Dear One,

Will you bear

The laughter of your illumination

That is to come?

Will you welcome

Both the dance and death

Within these shells of transformation,

My Love?

The tide recedes…

Taking our broken altars

Out to sea

Deep 

Under-water

Where we somehow find

We can easily breathe!

Where, somehow that pain of loss

Lifts us into Cosmic Laughter’s

Ecstatic Release

Could it be

That

The more you let go, the more you receive?

Yggdrasil, The Tree of Life

2 (full moon) and 13 September, 2020

Oh, Trickster,

Show us how it can all change

In an instant

Show us how our brutal resistance

Can open to Love

And how the dragon-serpent below

Can unite with the eagle above

Show us how the river, once un-damned,

Flows to Source

And how the release of our rage

Can fuel our ecstatic Life Force

Show us how the dark hole

Can become the way through

And how these empty shells

Can be lit with Life of new Truth

Tend the Tree, Dear one.

With bare hands

Dripping in balm,

Touch your palms to your shadows

As dawn suns grow them long

Heal the voices within

That have pressed silent your song

Release your growls and bells and

Know that you belong

Just

As

You

Are…

Feel the pulse of your heart

Feel this manifestation of Love

Feel your roots resilient, untamed

Feel your star-fruited branches above

Listen to this wordless space…

Oh, Benevolent Trickster

Yes, Laugh us awake!!!

Pandora’s Box

17 and 26 July, 2020

What if the fall of man

Becomes the Great Release

When we remember

Surrender and fall to our knees?

The scent of Earth…

What if Pandora’s box

Becomes creation’s heart

Opening itself to

The womb of the dark?

There is a remembering in these caves…

What if the demons

Remember themselves as Bearers of Light

When you simply choose to see them

With your purest sight?

Remember how to see in the dark…

We are the Revolution,

Evolution’s spiral dreaming,

With blue-jewel wings of Hope

Which fan the fire of our Being

What if you give all of your gifts

Completely to this deepest will,

And we meet in the Wild Garden

Still

Growing

In

Each

Of

Us?

Eat the fruit,

Yet remember the Truth

Of your roots, Dear One.

What if the bindings we believed

Become courageous curiosity,

Where together we set free

Our most authentic luminosity?

What if we welcome

The Opening

Of the Great Unknown,

Where perhaps even the Gods

Have not been shown

What Magic awaits us…

La Loba

21 June, 2020 (Global New Moon, Solstice, Solar Eclipse and Father’s Day MythDance!) and 28 June (forest MythDance)

The dark earth

Is polished by rain,

Revealing damp footprints

From She-with-Many-Names

She is the Undying,

Lying in the pure-spun sun;

She is the Magician

Releasing her conjuring

And walking

Slowly

With the wild wolves who run;

She is the Healer

Tenderly pie-cing you to-ge-ther,

Singing over and through you

Untamed and untethered;

She is the free goddess,

Bones dense as song -

When you believed you were lost,

She walked with you, all along.

Come to her

With your basket full of questions

Yet let your answers go,

Child.

Feel your feet on the ground and ask her,

“What is Wild?”

She the Old One laughs;

Thunder crumbles the clouds,

Revealing the ever-present Magick

Beneath our blinding mists and our shrouds

Lie beneath these skies

Here, upon the mirror-like ground;

Hear her wild-rose rhythms,

And let your hidden Voice sound

There is no need to be somewhere else

Take a breath,

Look around…

La Loba looks back, smiling, singing,

“Re-member yourself, here and now.”

You are wildly connected and free

From Roots to Wild Hearts to Crowns

The Salmon of Knowledge

(Finn McCool and Finnegas the Wise)

10 May, 2020 (Global Mother’s Day MythDance)

The Mother holds you in open hands...

She weaves you into the story

With Wisdom's wild strands

She weaves you with ALL Life, with

Every enemy

Every virus

Every slightest sleight of hand of

Every dance or power-hungry pirate

She weaves you with

Every priestess

Every leader

Every woman

Every man

Every caring or corrupt coin

Stamped from the hollows of these lands

She weaves you with

Every grain of ocean sand

Every changing color of the chameleon

Every mother

Every lover

Every laboratory, spy and camera undercover

She weaves you with every newborn

Every word and name

Every plume of smoke from

Every factory where others choke on invisible chains

She weaves you with

Every soap box

Every tree and

Every truth

Every whale's eye

Every full moon and

Every lion's tooth

She weaves you with

Every gateway

Every black drop of crude oil

Every species gone extinct and covered with monocropped soil

She weaves you with every wolf

Every fire and river

Every warrior

Every pact of peace

Every fisherman's prized catch or remorseful release

She weaves you with the Mystery

With your ancestors and with

Every

Spinning

Spiral.

May the cages built by

“Other”

Be seen and deconstructed,

That we may all be freed;

May the wounds inflicted by

“Other”

Be uncovered

To air and to heal;

May your peace,

Which has been disturbed by

“Other”

Prevail;

And may “Other” be seen

As none other than

The wise mirror and lover that

Mother Life has woven into

This tale...

Breathe.

Feel.

Let go and heal.

It is the time to untame electric skies

And to unleash ourselves to the

Expanse of our howling cries

Mother Life embraces even the demise

Come, come, come Weavers,

Into the Vast, Fertile Unknown,

Holding with open hands

All the Wisdom you hold.

The Firebird

22 March, 2020 (Global, New Moon, Equinox MythDance!!!)

From above,

Loss flies down

And into us

Loving and lingering

At the edges of our deepest,

Covered Chasms -

That parted Earth

Which keeps its ore

In its Body

Loss opens the temple door,

Here.

We were so sure

We had protected

Those doors

And chasms -

With walls,

With pain,

With signs reading “Keep Out”

To all who came...

We were so sure

We had fastened

The golden cages...

Yet the dried sages

And Wild Gurus

Who have hung on the beams

Of the Ages

Are spitting out keys

And feathers

Into our hands

Wolves roam free

On these lands,

Bowing upon the fiery sands

Of Oceanic Man

Who, though vast,

Had forgotten his Greatness,

His Power of Choice...

Yet even in those man-made

Golden cages

Firebirds burn,

Ready to ignite our yearning,

Surging waves of Wildness

Breaking on the shores

Come, come to the temple doors,

Dear One,

And dance with me;

Let us open the cages of our Hearts

And soar!

The Dance of Kali

23 February, 2020 (New Moon MythDance)

Kali opens her blackened palms

To the skies

Here, she stands and releases the sands

Of time,

That driving force that has bitten

At our heels

Subsides

As all of our brightest stars align

You will be

Who you will be

And you will shine

As you step from the Void

Of Durga's eye

Drop the Dangerous stones

From your Heart, Dear One;

Dance your wild Dance,

Devouring

What is no longer alive,

What no longer thrives;

Shed the skin

That hides

Who you are

Dance wild in your fury

Until the Gods lay at your feet

And remind you of the Joy

That lives deep inside

And then Dance with me

On the battle grounds,

Dear One,

Among the blue butterflies

Inanna’s Descent

5 January, 2020

From the Great Above

He listens to the Great Below,

Shown

Stripped of His 7 Divine Powers

And bowing low

Into the roots of Himself

From the Great Below

She listens to the Great Above,

Covering Herself

Until Love

Leaves Her naked,

Stars pouring from Her belly like

Wild Diamonds

From the Fire

He listens to Water,

Daughter of Rainbows

No longer gripping those blue stones

Of unspoken words,

Which have become song and laughter...

From the Water

She listens to Fire,

Tired

Of the grooves which had been

Cut

Like iron-armored pathways into Her Skins.

Her armor falls away...

From the Light

He listens to the Dark,

Sparks of wildfire

Like lost prayers

Marking the way to the Underworld,

Where, somehow, Power and Clarity return

From the Dark

She listens to the Light,

Sight of a Soul's eyes

Bright through the flames

Which have been fed by Her

Release

Who are you

When you have given away all of your pain

To the flames?

Who will you be

When you have washed away all

Of your names,

Those stories of who you thought you were?

Will you enter the Land of no Return?

Burning Light of our crowns

And deep-rooted Dark

Come together in violet-gold flame,

Opening the gateways to the Heart