Luminescent as a white rose petal
Drifting in a bubble of golden light
Honeyed fragrance of the Goddess
Filling the contours of soul and desire
Softening life’s insecurities
What kindness in the brilliant eyes
Of those who celebrate Her mystery
Annealing our flesh
Fired in the immanent ascending spirit
Raising up the bread of life
Alchemical and transmuted
In preparation for paradox
Transcendence in the body’s sexuality
Rooted to the earth
Grounding angelic and divine
Into feral clay
With its ancestral knowledge
Of the Solstice setting sun
Sweet moon invoking Her name
Every singular breath
Rising in unison with the pulse
Heartbeat counting out visions
Of our blue green planet
Breathing life into the Universe of stars
02DEC13 TASH c
1/ The River
Only moments ago the river was flowing gently through the valley, undisturbed; the brilliant blue sky above it reflected on its seamless liquid surface. The monoliths of the gods on either side of its banks were stable, looming over the waters as if to change the color of the reflected sky to dusk. Separate and timeless, the captive stones waited for uncounted centuries for the banks to wear away. No hand had touched them for as long as memory, stretching into the mists of pre-history before the birth of mankind. Some were so tall and translucent they seemed made of cloud; the monoliths of the gods of stone. Some stood at odd angles as if a breath of air would topple their weathered ancient forms; monoliths to the gods of the long unnamed. The Mayan and Aztec deities were fresh with jungle dew, compared with the ancients asleep in their monolithic cocoons. And the monoliths to the gods of the Greeks, Romans, and Celts sparkled in their bright newness in comparison. The unnamed, ancient ones mingled together beside the river with the more recent who had shaped human history. But in this place all slumbered as if time was a single moment, inhalation unmatched.
The landscape seemed to be holding its breath as the water glided over small stones and moved past without a sound. Somewhere in the distance a small singular echo resonated in the stale air and caused it to pulsate like a hummingbird in flight. A breeze, barely a breath, ruffled the glassy surface of the water as the river seemed to stand still in response to the steadily growing sound; footsteps. Someone was walking towards the river!
A kaleidoscope of images marked the surface as the man approached. The sound of his precisely placed feet punctuated with subtle spurts of centuries old dust as he walked toward the river. It surged forward like a startled animal, its glassy surface broken by ripples and waves of gurgling liquid. Each one alone, even in each other’s company, the assembled stones suddenly flashed together on the surface of the newly shifting river. The air grew pungent with murmuring. Deep in the recesses of their rocky slumber the buried gods slowly awakened. Hearing them, the man stumbled in awe and confusion. Unnerved, his precise footsteps were interrupted as he stood listening.
Remembering: He was mesmerized by her eyes as he danced with her in a small smoke filled bar to deafeningly raw music. They moved together, slowly inching closer to each other. Something resonated in his memory as the woman’s alluring eyes flashed with a preternatural grey shining. But his mind boiled with hot rich fantasies of her taste and the pungent scent of her presence heated and moist with desire. Finally touching in the dance, they kissed. Her mouth was hungry and demanding as her body clung to his in embrace. He could feel his stiff hard cock straining against the zipper of his pants.
Suddenly without warning, he found himself alone in the midst of clouds, still tumescent with arousal. Confusion moved through him as he realized where he was. Standing still until the desire began to ebb, he looked around and took stock of his situation. He took a measured and extremely careful step to test the waters. When he did not fall through the clouds, he continued to move forward. He moved one foot gingerly, placing it in front of the other, walking until the clouds thinned to wisps. He felt solid ground beneath his feet as he continued towards a glassy river. He stopped to listen to a haunting murmur that seemed to come from the monoliths lining its banks.
“Wha…where am I?”
His question mingled with the sounds of the now vociferous waters of the river and the increasing volume of the murmuring monoliths. Still, even confronted with his unexpected surroundings, he couldn’t forget her eyes, her mouth, her body pressed up against his. Her eyes were the color of the ancient dust that now swirled around him with every step. Echoes from his childhood gathered around him and the shadow of everything he had ever desired seemed to be reflected in the memory of her eyes. But then there were the monoliths…
Slowly the gods roused. Their uncounted years of reverie and slumber were broken by his presence. The monoliths began to glow as the awareness of the gods energized them. The river was now rilling and bubbling as another note entered the mix. The low hum of awakening gods slowly gained volume and resonance ‘til one by one the monoliths
vibrated with the question:
(Voices of the gods)
“Who walks among us?”
Although the gods were awakening, one of their numbers had not been sleeping for a very long time. She had been walking among mankind for centuries, her dusty grey eyes shimmering with pleasure as She involved Herself in their affairs. So many names had been Hers that she was almost nameless. Most recently She had been invoked as Venus Aphrodite and popularized as the Goddess of Love. She always smiled at that appellation. Love was a critical ingredient in the potion of transformation, but not without desire, and she was both the Goddess of Transformation and Desire. The quickening edges of Her desire carved out new human territory.
What was it about this man that so intrigued Her? He was no holy man, no guru of the spiritual realms, no mystic. Well, not precisely, but he was a man who’s eyes were wide open and who listened for the rhythms of the stars and planets in his own heartbeat. He was a man with a willingness to move into places he didn’t know or understand. Though he had fears and places in his psyche that still held challenges from childhood, he was willing to look into the dark unknown spaces of his own heart and mind; raising the ante to find the risk of something new. The willingness to risk and follow desire, that’s what She saw in his eyes and what she smelled. It was the sharp clear vitality of desire mirrored back on the dance floor. She loved to dally with humans especially when so many of the Old Ones lost interest in life. So, here he was now in Her realm. How would his responses change it and how would he be changed? Taking a deep breath, She decided to watch what he chose to do, but not without giving him something to think about first.
The flowing liquid babbled in assent, and at a look from the Goddess, a section of the river again became as calm and smooth as mirrored glass. The sky reflected in the glassy surface seemed to expand. Something was rising out of the water. A huge mirror in an ornate frame broke the surface, slowly becoming visible. The frame shimmered with jewels and gold inlaid around the perimeter. Images of the gods, goddesses and roses were carved into it. The roses were so enticing that bees buzzed among them. At the top of the mirror was the image of the Goddess dancing. As the mirror continued to rise out of the water the sky was reflected on its surface. The water swirled around the edges of the silvered rectangle, beading up as it turned to bubbles that became crystals glittering in the sunlight. The fragrance of roses and the chiming of bells filled the air as the mirror floated to shore. It stopped at the feet of the man who was now standing in front of it.
He stepped towards the object as it slowly rotated coming to an upright position levitating in the air in front of him. It towered above him reflecting the river and the sky. He stood gazing into the silvered surface, amazed to see no reflection of himself in it. The Goddess stepped up behind him, placing Her arm across his shoulder, but all he could see in the mirror was Her arm draped in the air where his shoulder should have been!
“Am I dead?”
He turned to look at Her and for the first time there was fear in his eyes.
“No. You’re not dead or undead, either.” She smiled at him reassuringly. “You can’t see yourself in this glass…yet. This is the Mirror of the Gods! Look again. There is something in the mirror for you now.”
Slowly he turned back to the floating glass. In it he saw a small standing stone; a crystal monolith, roughened and cracked, reflected on the glittering surface. It was glowing with soft lavender light and he could see the body of a woman set in it just below the surface, not a sculptural figure. The woman seemed to be frozen in the crystal. He could see her eyes. They were the eyes of the woman he had been dancing with before he found himself here. She was gazing out at him. Ash grey eyes; alive with curiosity and wonder, but no fear. She seemed at peace even though she was clearly trapped in the rock. He wondered how she could seem so calm. She looked directly into his eyes from her reflection in the mirror. He suddenly realized that he could see her reflected in the mirror and she could see him, as well, but he still could not see his own reflection! Those eyes startled and disturbed him. Who was this woman? As she continued to watch him her eyes smiled even though her body remained immobilized.
“No. You’re not dead or undead, either.” She smiled at him reassuringly. “You can’t see yourself in this glass…yet. This is the Mirror Of The Gods! But look again. There is something in the mirror for you now.”
Slowly he turned back to the floating glass. In it he saw a gigantic boulder reflected on the glittering surface. It was glowing with soft lavender light and he could see the figure of a woman trapped in its side just below the surface. The woman seemed to be frozen in the block of glowing stone. He could see her eyes; the eyes of the woman he had been dancing with just moments ago. They were ash grey and alive with curiosity and wonder but no fear. She seemed at peace even though she appeared to be trapped in the giant stone. He wondered how she could seem so calm. She looked directly into his eyes from her reflection in the mirror. He suddenly realized that he could see her reflected in the mirror and she could see him back! Those eyes shook him. Who was this woman? Her eyes smiled though her body remained immobilized in the monolithic rock.