All being well,
somewhere in the middle of life,
you will wake up aged
from a deep, dreamless sleep,
to go back on promises
and put right your life.
On this day
you will pack your bags,
leave your house,
leave your relationship,
leave the life you have set up,
ditch your tribe to find another.
Here on the long nights of the year,
in the darkest hours of mid-winter,
I call upon those wise, loving ones,
those radiant, bright elevated souls
whose names are beyond my reach.
Those who are well in spirit, come
and shine your healing light of love
all the way down my ancestral line.
Far past the ruinous family shadow
of madness, violence and addiction,
towards my true ancestral blessings
of creativity, healing and devotion.
When she spoke,
I heard the eternal phoenix
rise from its fiery ashes.
And with no end in sight,
I knew only this,
right from the beginning
I could be hurt.
So I had to talk myself down
from the terror
that, if she ever left me,
I could write heart-breaking poetry
The poet finishes her Fool’s Journey
by penning liberated love to Sophia,
she who holds the shape of the Soul.
At last she greets the Great Goddess,
Ancient Mother embodied in matter.
May Her spirit always shepherd us,
may we ever move in Her direction,
find Her arms and peaceful embrace.