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.
Faith is the calling of our higher self,
one that helps discover true purpose.
Without it we are hurled off balance,
deceive ourselves and wander blind.
Something is transpiring in the dark
that in due course will come to light.
She who knows your darkest secrets.
She who opens her eye to see within.
On its head the spirit’s load is lifted,
as old, deeply hidden truths surface.
Behold it’s time to step into the light,
turn within to the luminous Mother.
See clearly how old deceptions fade,
rejoice in the spirit of enlightenment
as we increase hope, faith and belief.
Follow clues, listen to Her whispers.
The poet must attend to her dreams
while Isis beams down night-magic.
Wild and strong her alchemy shines.
What remains hidden within hearts
is totally purged, so invisible secrets
can no longer haunt or persecute us.
Although celestial, know moonlight
can deceive, until we reach The Sun.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2016