Salt
Your shadow teasing and challenging me To awake to trust to discern my own name. A denial a restraint a withholding Analysis overdone like parched clay in an oven I shatter into the dark, my Shadow integrated, fire aroused. Rising up from within Feminine factions collide like smokey mirrored glass I have no clarity with which to meet your simple questions. I can't admit I don't know And pore over the bones looking for salt To taste, marking the edge of definition Licked with wild ocean spume. Your masculinity inspires my animus to recognise its bindings and free the priestess from her prison of light. My shadow bewitches and falls in love. The heat down here Warms the unseen orphan of a mishandled heart, The feminine we'd both abandon again and again for a taste, for a truth, for recognition of this power unrequited Or so it seems, or so it seems Until She rises from below To claim her place within And intuition floods the body like a Tingle of gold and a shudder of earth. I've no right to call myself lost, Now connected through the dark. And you I know. I danced with your naked mystery, The current underneath, The hunter and the maiden both Wishing upon a star. And yet the doubt the withholding the restraint Stretchy like bubblegum rendered white by relentless mastication Only instinct sets me free. And if it weren't for the goddess, serpentine wisdom and the cloud of birds making patterns in the mind sky We'd be forever stuck in the birth canal Of our own disordered tunnel vision Never realised never unleashed: The sovereign agency of the fallen Self. Maija Liepins, 2016 |
Untitled Film Still from 'Blood Mysteries' (2016)
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