Driving, driving, driving
Like a whip?
Or a golden carrot…
Not even I know
What drives me on
What evil race
For some ideal
Some hidden ethic
Hidden from me
But
Perhaps clear to those
Who know
And watch me run myself
Into the ground
For my art projects
And papers
Until I am spent
And borrow the energy
Of Gods and rituals
In place of sleep
Till every second is spent
And every favor of the universe
Given before even asked
And planned by higher powers than
My consciousness can ask…
I laugh.
Oh it's Holy Week!
Ostara
Easter
The 40 days and nights
Of renewal and journey
Toward another life…
I forgot until just now
Beloved
My Shehe
This is our anniversary!
The Goddess is rebirthing me
And I can feel only joy
In the journey,
Even when creation
Is such an exhausting
Business…
But my trust is implicit
And I know
Because of our love
And the recognition
In every soul that
crosses my path is
the seed of my mother
and the womb of my father
the essence of the Divine
and you call it out in me
as I call the divine out in you.
Together in this way
We become
The gods
Giving birth
To the best parts
Of who we ever dreamed ourselves to be.
