VxPoem ID: 20284
Posted: March 3rd. 2006 12:11:45 PM
by Index Rain
Age Group: Adult
The Learning (obsidian refuge)
In darkness is my comfort, in night find I solitude. Hidden, my face in the shadows. See the gleam in my eyes as the spirits consort with, will you will find me in the Witches Circle? Deadly nightshade, the drink I offer, you my lover, will you join me? I dance with Pan, the Horned god in the glen, immodest my nudity, an open invitation. The Succubus, and the Incubus have seduced me by that of free will, gift eternal. The owl she guides me, the toad my ally, the night forest a home; I dance with the black panther, tiny sinuous bodies writhe and play on the border of the shadow of the wings of the night; flee with me, into the heart of my sanctuary, where the wise woman takes me in. The wisdom in the cackle of the crone teaches me, in the flame of her fire licking. Her secrets are solemnly imparted to me. I am but spirit, my essence moving through the cosmos and touches the feet of she, star eyed. She humbles me, and I am the beetle. I stumble through the grass, this vast forestland. The snail lazily passes me by. A dragonfly eyes me suspiciously, and a young girl tells me my house is on fire. I am compelled to fly home. As I run I am now the fox, swift and clever. The dogs, the dogs, chase me, but I backtrack and confuse the trail. They lose my scent from my sister stream, the joining, and I am a rainbow colored fish, swimming frantically upstream, yet not certain why. The water nymphs engage me in their games, but beyond their erotic beauty, yet I am compelled to climb out of the water and fly into the sky a vorcel hawk. With a magnificent snap my wings expanded, I soar into the moon to speak with the goddess. She fills me. Dreams of the young, the visions of the old. Open your eyes to see that we are the great black wolf running through the mist of an old oak forest. I catch a primal scent in the air and I am a maddened beast, I snatch up a rabbit in my powerful jaws and feel the life energy and the warm blood rushing through my snapping jaws. I rut in animal fashion, and fight and play with others of my tribe, and then I am alone and I am myself once again, a young man, lying on the cool carpet of the forest floor. Thanking the Ancient One for her vision and lesson, I depart for home.
Author's Notes: The adept has nothing, but access to everthing
Author's Location: Seattle, Washington
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