The poet journeys through the night
pushing beyond the mysterious veil,
into the dreamlands she knows well.
Ones of vision, genius and madness,
where dog and wolf, tame and wild
come together under a glaring moon.
Where we yield to the Great Mother,
endure her fury as our faith is tested.
As the smoke clears, clouds separate,
we behold Venus with evening stars,
Divine child of Mother Earth herself.
A true beacon of hope and creativity,
she kneels barefoot before the waters,
listening in, offering her loving heart,
while the Soul dances in exhilaration,
here on the incandescent sacred path.
Without warning the walls collapse,
lightning strikes, flames burst forth
as the ego surrenders to Divine will,
the poet’s life falls down in tragedy.
Behold the sudden moment of truth,
when the immortal soul strikes back,
creating demolition and devastation,
shaking the foundations with wrath!
The poet wrestles the lusty old goat,
not a creature living outside herself,
but the evil, perverted spirit within.
Chained to this all-father archetype
she chooses money over happiness,
where cash buys her sex and power.
Where her wild, hedonistic appetite
eats up the world, yet loses the soul.