MythDance
Poem-Gifts 2023

Adam and Eve

16 June, 2023

That moment

When Eve bites

The forbidden fruit's juice-flesh

Is it poison,

Or blessed

Gift?

Cast adrift in becoming human,

We ride the glittering emerald waves

Of the serpent's back

(who is really God

dressed in black

and green and golden scales...)

We cast off these veils, now,

Stories shed like

3-thousand-year-old skins

Taking responsibility

Taking our weaponed words and ways

To the Wisdom Within

Lovers, ask each other:

What if the original sin

Was the original spark?

...and all of the darkness

We embarked upon

After Paradise Lost

Was nothing more than the cost

Of realizing

That our Purity was never, can never,

Be lost?

What if Paradise

Was here all along,

In the curl of the fern and

The black bird's song?

We are STRONG

Standing like trees,

Connected,

Giving the Fruits of Life

Freely

We are the red dust and

Rivers flowing through;

We are the Old Knowing

Birthing itself new

We are the naked flowers

Spilling illumination

Into dark;

We are -

Beyond fear

Beyond death

Beyond time -

The embodiment

Of the original Spark

The Snow Queen

12 February, 2023

Ancient splinters

Took lodging in our eyes,

In our hearts

And an icy darkness reigned

For it seemed the pain went

Fathoms and fathoms and fathoms

Deep

Yet the Fire-That-Always-Burns

Beckoned us,

“Turn to me,

Encircle me,

Learn to be

At home in yourself.”

We came.

We listened to those

Trees who became

Red hair of flame.

Whether we shared tears

Or rolled over laughing,

The words were the same:

“You each hold a piece

Of the healing.”

Even in the moments when

Shadows blew out the Fire

And darkness burned,

We learned that things

Are not always what they seem

And the Trickster's mirror

Which once gleamed

With blinding might

Eventually pierced the veil of night

And we saw the beauty all around us,

Raw and simple

We saw the Truth

Laid out before us

In pine-needle

Lattice-work

We took the first step, then,

Towards the drum warmed

By the Original Fire

And all of the liars and fools

Who stood in the briers and rose thickets

At the edge of our minds,

Within the cycles of time,

Became

Quiet.

We

Pressed

The smalls of our backs into Earth,

Remembering the silent, still space

Just beneath,

Where seeds were buried

And we were carried,

Yes,

We were carried

Into the space of the Heart

Which had broken apart

A million times or more

Yet which still shone in the Dark,

Which still lit the original spark,

Which still marked

The threshold

Of

Emergence